Last week when I went to grandad's house,
He made me beans on toast,
He knows it is one of my favourite meals,
I think it is the one I like most.
But the dial on grandad's toaster,
Was turned up way too high,
The smoke detector shrieked away,
And grandad gave a sigh.
It looked like he had burnt my toast,
So I offered to fetch some more bread,
Grandad said he didn't need any,
But he would like a knife instead.
He scraped the knife across my toast,
Dropping the burnt crumbs in the bin,
He said the toast was as good as new,
And gave me a great big grin.
Grandad said I looked surprised,
And he asked what mum would do,
If she was making toast,
and burnt the odd slice or two.
I told him that burnt toast doesn't worry mum,
As no matter how black or bad,
She just covers it in butter
And serves it up to dad.