Little Brown Toast

Brown and soggy you are
like master Yoda sunburned and wet
curling up to hide yourself
but soon enough your thoughts will end
when no one eats you my little bit of moldy toast
and you will land in the garbage can.
Face down and bottom flying high
my poor little bit of tanned moldy toast
do not cry for soon you will see
that tears only make you more shriveled and old.
Now goodbye my little brown piece of toast
you will not be forgot
as you survied the battle and the war
so now your scars will end with you in that big bin in the sky
goodbye my brown piece of toast.