The King of Pop
The King of Pop, from an early age,
Popped the greatest toasters ever popped on stage;
He toasted every bread-based food from A to Z,
(And made it look easier than 1-2-3);
The darkness dial master, he knew just how to heat it,
If you tried to outpop him, he’d tell you to go beat it;
His pops had height and distance, their artistry was killer,
Everyone would scream and shout, your toast is such a thriller!
He cooked both wheat and Wonder, ’til they took to flight,
It clearly didn’t matter if his toasts were black or white;
Though no one thought his crumby reign would ever subside, He got too many facelifts, raped some onion bagels and died.
Though no one thought his crumby reign would ever subside, He got too many facelifts, raped some onion bagels and died.
