I am disposing of my toaster. It's old and sticky.
And always had a mistake: Just didn't chop up the slices.
Toasted them, until they were all black. (Problem with the thermostat?) So was never to be seen again
already in the basement. My unforgivable toaster.
But now I remember him. And pick it up from the basement hole.
Where he is behind trampoline, waiting under ski boots.
Because that's how it is:
I suddenly feel like having a toast.
And for that I need my toaster! I want bread with dissolving
Eat butter, roasted golden yellow! Not cold anymore, just because—!
So I quickly cut two slices of bread. Drop them
into the two slots, snap, two fiery grids.
It's like magic, it shines in my toaster!
come over, Toaster, go forward, toast my bread!
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Spend it! Don't cling like that!
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come over, come over….. I want ——llll—–my bread….
with zerlauuuufeeeender… Butter….. ——-
I guess I'm in a hurry. I drive between the bars
with the knife. (that is so practically next to me):
A few asterisks dance in front of my eyes!
Wow, I did not know that: my toaster doesn't toast
just toast, he can do me too…. the voice!—–
(There was no other way.)
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However, it tastes quite good. Excellent.
A little black, maybe. But that's how my toaster works.
This is how my toaster always worked!!!! Has an error, burns
simply through.
Why should I dispose of my toaster at all??
A toaster may be able to toast, do not rust! It's people,
who forget, Consoling yourself with a new toaster.
(I am not aware of the connections, what I am saying here.)
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I don't dispose of my toaster!
My dear spinner toaster: I forgive you for your mistakes.
Can you make me some more toasts now?!
(21.7.21)
(Please apologize the vulgarity of my diner!)