silent world, lack of light,
Even though I may, I might,
eat real late and out of sight
tonight tonight
I shall delight
in late night toast.

a plate of toast, I like the most
the bread that supposed
to be best of both, but I will host
and never boast, during dinner
toasts (not the bread).

I did, I said, I read, I lead
myself to kitchens and fed
upon this super spread of
plate and loaf, my head spins
I tread and step to make
the meal I long to gulp.