My son who takes things literally,

Did one day say unto me,

“We have no sliced bread left Dad,

We’ve only rolls I see.

 

And I desire some toast this morn,

To breakfast on before,

I take my leave to study,

Maybe compose a musical score.”

 

My riposte was to observe,

He’d be wise to toast a roll,

Yet he replied, “Said roll won’t fit,

In the toaster, don’t you know.”

 

So I said, “Cut the roll in half,

For then you’ll find it sits,

Comfortably in said toaster,

And you can then breakfast on it.”

 

“I’ve cut the roll in half now,

Yet I am somewhat confused,

You see the roll still not fits.”

At this I was amused.

 

“I see you’ve cut it top to bottom,

When if you had any common sense,

You would have halved it sideways,

How can you…