Well how would you like it if YOU were killed
By slicing in half, and then were grilled,
First on the front, then on the back,
Left for too long till you turned slightly black,
And then (as you sniffed with your very last sob)
You were shoved down the back of some horrible gob?
Yes, of COURSE I’m cross! It isn’t much fun.
Signed, yours sincerely, your small toasted bun.