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Ode To
Cheesetoast

Oh, Cheesetoast, | love you

Even more than Elmer's glue

Your colour is yellow, not green

Nor blue.

| eat you when | have the flu

You're even good with real thick stew.
There's very little cheese in you

From cows who say moo .

No dairy contained in you

It’s true

You're really old, but taste so new

You were my science project where fungus grew.
If | leave you out, you smell, p.u.

Yet still the only love I knew.

You're not some icky slimy goo

As some folks claim, and some folks do.
‘Member that time when | thought I'd spew?
Because you got in my shorts, eewww.

Smelly? No, not like my shoe

But fragrantly lovely like a homemade brew.
You constipate me and I’m stuck in the loo

For a week or so | just can’t poo.

A girl says she loves me and | say, “You’re Who?”
She's no one, Cheesetoast, ‘cause | love you.

by Reverend Tom

 
  
 

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The Road To Recovery

 

The road I left behind

Is a road I need not go back down.
But the road right in front of me
Seems to be the hardest one to find.

The choices I have made in the past

Have left scars and broken dreams

For many who have crossed my path.

These are shameful memories that will always last.

As I sift through the rubbage of my life
I’m prepared to make amends to them all.
For all the suffering and all the pain.
Only then will I be able to change.

I wish my life was like a story book

Then no longer would I carry this burden
Finally I could stop this pain and hurting

Just close the book and put it on the shelf;

But the healing won't start until I forgive myself.

by Rob Payne

zee poetry page July 1998 Page ee: oo
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