The Muffin Man Poem by Priti Pauline

The muffin man has come to play,
but don't worry he's here to stay.

He doesn't give off a sound
when he's looking around.

He doesn't walk
and he doesn't talk

He mainly sleeps
without a peep.

He sometimes makes a pathetic screech,
Has skin coloured by sunning on the beach.

From the Caribbean to mummy's tum
Express delivery, even though she's quite numb.

Into his brand new world
He came out from a curl.

He's my brother,
There is no other! !