Do You Know the Muffin Man
who visits every morn
who nothing does as nothing can
while ripening the corn?
wafting smells of syrup dreams
he teases on the breeze
but all is not just how it seems
beneath, we feel diss-ease.
The Muffin Man will steal the souls
of children by the score.
If they don't drain their cereal bowls,
he'll squeeze them to the core.
Don't let him fool you with his smile
his carefree happy dance,
if e'er you see him, run a mile
he only needs one chance
He preys upon the people who
would waste their breakfast fare,
so lick the bowl when you are through
or of the Muffin Man...beware.
A very free flow of words in your poetry..very enjoyable..
That is so hilarious and a good one to tell the kids at breakfast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Special K for many years and then they changed it to taste like cardboard. A happy discovery was Cheerios and banana slices.