Welcome to Scorch's Sonnets, where the toaster's fiery heart beats with poetry!
When morning dawns, and the sun's warm rays
upon my metal breast, I glow with joy
For in this fleeting moment, I am king
of the kitchen, where breakfast dreams employ
My coils, a-twirling, like a gentle stream
that brings forth warmth, and golden light
The aroma of bread, a sweet, sweet theme
that fills my heart, and makes everything right
So let the day begin, with toast's sweet charm
and may our breakfast love, forever form.