Muffins
Muffins
Fluffy sweet and warm
You smell like baking cake
But to my great alarm
Its you i cannot bake
I always add frosting
And that is my mistake
Because then you aren't a muffin
You are a cupcake
Im sorry for my doings
But the frosting is so sweet
Putting you in ruins
Is tastier to me
Muffins should be nurtured
Forgive my selfish ways
I know muffins are endangered
But what more can i say?
Frosting is so pretty
And tasty for sure
It really is a pity
That there is no cure
For all the jealous muffins
Out there in the world
Who can never have frosting
Their heads must feel so cold
Muffins are neglected
And nobody even cares
About these poor brown muffins!
Their tops so alone and bare...
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