Cheese On Toast…
There was once a genius,
who thought to themselves,
whilst sitting on the loo.
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Eureka!
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I have it.
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Cheese can be melted on toast.
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And so the world improved,
from that very day.
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I believe it was a Tuesday,
at around half past three.
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Think the invention of the wheel,
the slicing of bread,
and the evolution of the television remote.
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It can be a very simple meal,
inexpensive and easy to make.
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But of course,
the better the cheese,
atop a good quality bread,
the more the word “delicious” gets used.
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Or if you’re slightly less cultured,
“that’s filled a hole” will suffice.
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Or “fuck me sideways that was better than sex”,
if you’re from Manchester,
or in a relationship with me.
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It’s a personal thing,
depends on my mood.
I sometimes add Branston Pickle
or Worcestershire Sauce.
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Neither are needed really,
the cheese is more than capable,
of riding the toast alone.
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It’s the captain of the ship,
setting off from the plate,
on a mission to feed,
a poet his mid morning snack.
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Knowing this was coming, I had cheese on toast for dinner. I was not aware that pickles could be part of my pleasure. I shall rectify that next time.
Delightful!