My toaster did not toast too well,
It toasted mom's toast too toasty to jell,
So, I spread peanut butter,
Then, served it to mutter,
Who, disappointed, gave me a good yell.
Moose Gillies would brag and would boast, About his annual summer corn roast, But, this year he got bent, When in the fire the corn went, And, was burnt blacker than his wife's turkey breast roast.