Treasure Island

sheena blackhall

(18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

The Musical Toaster


I sing English folksong to Hovis
And Wagner to German rye bread
When it’s waffles, I hum them some ragtime
Or Blues, Jazz or Country instead

Welsh soda bread likes a nice hymn tune
Scottish pan loaf responds to a reel
When it’s bagels, I warble in Yiddish
As an extra to clinch the meal deal

If it’s Greek I sing extracts from Zorba
But Italian warms to Puccini
Spanish loaf clicks with snappy flamenco
To an Indian naan I chant Hindi

French toast thinks my Piaf’s stupendous
Irish step bread’s so chunky it hinders
The way that my temperature rises
So I usually burn it to cinders

Submitted: Monday, June 27, 2011

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