Ode to a Muffin
thy beauty beckons, day or night
thy mix-ins fill me with delight
while flours of white and brown and tan
work out the balance twixt sweet and bran
the way thou fits within my palm,
when hours twixt meals stretch slow and long,
fills me, and stomach mine, with peace
and fiber quells the hungry beast
o, muffin, darling, come away!
accompany me in thoughts all day!
as I await with patience thin
to pull on out the muffin tin