And miss it so now that it's at an end.
But can you all imagine all my squee
To see this thing? It's sent me round the bend.
I'd love it just for all its shiny chrome,
My decor tends to modern, metal-shine.
But it's a Cylon toaster! How my home
Doth need it! For it I would build a shrine.
It doesn't just resemble Cylons, no:
The toast it makes takes on a Cylon face.
And think on how my own face, it would glow
Each morning when I take my toast. In space
Or here on Earth, it would be a fine thing.
O Cylon toaster, how of thee I'd sing!