This is indeed a unique phenomenon
Maybe pickle it in aspic ? 
A Piece of Toast
What is it with this piece of toast?
Why do you value it the most?
To preserve it is quite a task
Pickled in vinegar, as of old, in a cask?
There is great sentiment attachment to the crust
A wondrous story unfolds - to tell us is a must
Who was the person that chewed upon it so?
Was it a ‘he’ but now gone out the door?
Was he tall and handsome with a wicked sense of humour?
He was of royal birth? - no, just a rumour?
Well beggars can’t be choosers in this day and age
Ah, I can see it now - toy boy - but all the rage
Still no good to have him in your home for too long
For one thing think about all the dirty clothes and pong
Men like him have primitive desires and are never very clean
On top of that boredom might set in and he could become mean
No, you are better off having packed his bags
Having kicked him out even if he ends up in rags
But the toast he chewed upon is a juicy reminder
You can suck on it now and then and fantasise, kinda
Oi
You leave my piece of toast alone
A privilege to have it in my home
A thing to worship and adore
Not something vile upon the floor
Ah me ~ what shall I do with it ?
Puzzling here while I sit
Composing silly rhyming verse
Chomping away 'til fit to burst
You’re right about the crusty exterior
He avoided that ~ thought he was superior
And wanted it cut in little chunks :shock:
Such a surprise, this virile hunk
But things are never as they seem
Indeed he sometimes sounds so mean
But underneath that tough persona
Is someone kind with a pleasant aroma 
I have a little cat named E
Who sometimes likes to bother me
My toothbrush went AWOL today
And I have searched for it and … yayyyyyy 
There it is out of my sight 
And can I reach it ? … nah … that’s right
Behind the radiator on the wall 
Well ****** that, I’m not a fool
My grappling hook and other tools
Have only served to amuse
I’ll leave it there for decades now
I know when I’m beat and will not frown
Your mummified toast must be weird to see
I can disembowel it and stuff it for a small fee
Or pickle it, frame it or dunk it in brine,
But I sure am glad that it is not mine.
Jealousy is such an ugly emotion … lol 
What an excellent piece on toast Mark, back in tip top form once again, toast will never be the same again after that, it’s as if you blew life into a slice of burned bread, not saying Rachel ruins her toast, but what is toast if not slightly burned bread.
I shall raise my glass in a toast of a different kind to you.
Good idea Jimmy … may I join you ?
No not tall but of pleasant appearance
Sometimes amusing but often serious
Of royal birth ? now there’s a question
As yet there has been no suggestion …
Clink clink.
hic
Rachel hits the booze real hard
Her boyfriend must have been quite a card
And now she pines continuously
Awash in an alcohol sea
Don’t despair little girly
The world is often topsy turvy
One minute it is this way round
And the next totally upside down
Just take it easy with the bottle of grog
Nothing worse than needing a hair of the dog
And think of that sodding headache too
Can’t remember anything at all - not a clue
Oh poo …
Snoring innit
Get out of the bath you silly ***
Nothing worse than hair of the dog
Life is here and good for us all
Decades of fun, we can have a ball
Where is the chocolate ? I need some today
Branflakes and honey are here, come what may
There’s porridge of course and chicken, frozen
I defrost the chick in the microwave oven
2014 started without much fuss
A good start to the year felt relaxing for us
Mince pies all eaten and also ice creams
I did so want a spoonful … in my dreams
But resolutions abide for us all
And I now consider the state of my hall
Decorating once more and repairs to my gutter
Some tedious tasks to complete now or later (t)
wonders if this is groanworthy
(told off for not rhyming properly) 
Where is it?
So restless, my mind in a turmoil searching for clues
Strange numbers and strings - oh what to do?
I need the answer NOW but where is it please?
Do I have to demean myself again - get down on my knees?
It is there, somewhere in the depths of my brain
I just need to uncover it to see it again
Tear away the layers to see where it is hid
So much other stuff has formed a heavy lid
Damn you brain, speed up the process please
I don’t want to have another night of unease
Give it me now, I’m sure you have it
Why does sleep need to be involved - shit!
I go to bed and dream strange thoughts
And in the middle of the night I awake distraught
I rush to the computer cos I have the last piece
The jigsaw is finished and the code works - such a release
Lol - coding …
Your definitely improving MKJ. 
My coding is improving too .
Vodka Rocks
So there I was all drunked up
Vodka coming out of my ears - yup
Still is come to think of it - well the bottle isn’t empty yet
I wonder how insanely drunk I can eventually get?
Well, anyway last night I def had too much
Some people think it is a useful crutch
Nah, it ain’t that for me - no way
I loves the taste and effect - tis way hay
Funny thing but I might be wrong about all this
But I’m sure my brain works far better when p******
I thinks of some marvellous things that startle me
But it could well be stuff that should be emitted - just like pee
Sos there it is for you all to wonder at
Do you drink too much and become a bit of a t***?
Beware, you could end up in some dubious company
With some disturbing thing sitting upon your knee
Need more ice …