Muffin - Poem by Angela Wybrow
Out of the muffin, I took a big bite,
And suddenly my taste-buds danced with delight;
My muffin was a mixture of fruit and spice,
And, I have to say, it was ever so nice!
Apple and cinnamon – the perfect combination:
For me it was a completely new taste sensation;
It was light and fluffy and pleasantly moist -
I was more than happy with my muffin choice.
After the muffin was completely downed,
A pleasant spicy after-taste lingered around.
Prior to trying it, I had been a little unsure,
But I’ll definitely be back buying some more!
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