Black Toast IntolerantHe dreamt of golden brown chewy bread,And upon it pads of butter he did spread.The butter melt, the bread was sweet,Thus, he had his fill and he did eat.But when the toast was burned, he did rave and rant,He was a connoisseur–he was black toast intolerant.-- Poems on the Run, vol. I

-Douglas Laurent

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