French toast, French toast, I have lots of French toast!

Indeed, the taste is not something to boast,

But at least I am in possession of the most.

Mountains upon mountains piled high

Seeing so many gives me a natural high.

I found many all on one morning

While on my daily walk

But then I came upon an abandoned dock.

There, in the harbor, I spotted the delicious French toast.

I thought of what I could do with this food,

"Maybe I can give it to some homeless dudes..."

At that moment, i thought "Yes!"

That will be the thing that I do!

I would not be able to consume all of this alone.

But what if my glorious plan were to fall short,

And I am stuck with all of the toast?

Then what am I going to do,

With this enormous pile of food

that tastes just like bird poo?