**Drawing done by Rohine Persaud**
Inspired by the poem " Magic Butter Toast
Bread" written by a classmate FERMIN, JAZAEL.
Magic Butter Toast Bread
As sad as it may,
There he lay,
A dab of butter on a toasted bread,
In pain and sorrow as he could not bend.
The katana had sliced and diced his body in half
for he was two equal parts, if you know
your math.
"Oh Peter, oh Peter" said the wife.
"What have we done to this poor life?"
"We were hungry, and we are poor honey please
can you see.
There was nothing, not a fish, nor an apple on a
tree."
Through the chatter and fight between the husband and wife.
Lay the butter toast who could pull no more might.
At last he whispered as loud as he could,
And called to the couple without hate, though he
should.
Listen to your wife, Mr. Husband man,
you both did wrong but least she understands.
The husband replied "why should I Listen to
toasted bread,
that looks good with coffee in my bed."
"Listen up Mr. Husband man I say this once and only I am the very powerful magic butter toast bread."
The husband interrupted and happily said
"Your tttttasty, yyyyour buttery,
I'm hungry and I'm stuttering."
The bread warned and warned but the husband ate in spite,
As he crunched and devoured with so much delight.
The poor wife looked and stared in horrific silence,
She was shook, she was scared, as she witnessed the
violence.
A few moments later after an awkward walk,
The wife's stomach soon began to talk.
She smelled toasted bread fresh out the oven,
It was her husband's breath that now smelled like a
muffin.
The husband was now a yummy treat,
That the wife's stomach wanted to eat.
And so she ate,
Her very first date,
And for every bite she had,
She began to grow sad.
Because though it felt right,
She knew it were husband's life.
