“Chromis the Toast-warden” & His Specialty “Burnt Toast”

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In a cozy kitchen, warm and bright,
Lives a silver dragon, a curious sight.
Not a hoarder of gold or jewels so rare,
But the toaster, yes, that was his lair.

With a flick of his tail and a fiery snort,
He’d toast the bread, but always fall short.
Golden brown? Oh, what a joke!
For every slice ended up a smoky cloak.

The bread went in, all soft and white,
But out it came, a charcoal fright.
“Just a touch more,” the dragon would boast,
As he served up yet another burnt toast.

The kitchen smelled of crispy doom,
As smoke clouds filled the little room.
The family sighed but couldn’t be mad,
For the dragon’s grin made them a tad glad.

So every morning, like it or not,
They gathered ‘round, their toast all shot.
“Perhaps one day,” they’d dream and say,
“The dragon will learn the perfect way.”

But until then, with a laugh and a roast,
They’d chew on the crunch of burnt toast.
For the silver dragon, proud as can be,
Was the toaster king, as all could see!