Once, in a land not quite west of here, a coffee pot whistled its sonnet to a singularly indifferent toaster. "Beware the creamer, my son!" it croaked, "The bubbling, frothing delight that leaves you cold and alone!"
Note: Toasters, much like their coffee brethren, do not typically engage in poetic discourse. They simply toast.
See Also: The Toaster's LamentOn the far edges of the Milky Way, where eggs are considered currency, a conclave of egg cups debated the pressing issues of yolk inflation and the imminent shell cracking crisis.
Eggs have been known to create delicate balances of power in some planetary systems.
Interlude: The Yolk SpeaksBob the duck pondered his reflection with a seriousness reserved for philosophers and very confused geese. "Am I quacking in the void, or is the void quacking in me?" he wondered aloud, only to be answered by his own echo and a distinctly unimpressed pond.
Philosophical ducks have been known to incite pond revolutions.
Appendix: Ducks and Depth Perception