I Went to Make Toast Tonight

Here's a tale of a sad occurance in my night:

I went to make toast tonight
when much to my surprise,
the bread I adored with delight
had suffered it's demise.
I beheld the empty bag
with all it's contents strewn about.
(something that goes and rhymes with bag)
and so I began to pout.
I assumed it was my family
Who had enjoyed it with their Sunday meal,
OKay, I'm sick of this iambic pentameter business, I'll tell it to you straight.
So I confronted my mother on the matter and she said that they hadn't eaten it with dinner but she found the last two pieces of my precious bread all crusty-crust and hard in the toaster. Someone had carelessly left it there TO DIE!! So she threw it out to the cats. Rip my heart out.
So I got all sad and put on a pouty face and, with a dramatic-crying voice, I said "That was the only thing I had left from Boise!" as I stormed out of the room. I put other bread in the toaster and got my raspberry jam out of the fridge and realized, "Hey! I still have this from GH*!! (nearly**) happy day!!!"
The other bread was really good, but still has nothing on GH.

*Great Harvest
**i still felt cheated out of my bread.