Gentleman Muffin
Gentleman muffin wearing monocle
My mustache never been out of fashion
Never thought bringing out my chronicle
Jockeyed searching my perfect companion
I dreamed becoming morning glory muffins
Howbeit fate is in the hands of the baker
Throws old ingredients, I’m huffing and puffing
Bread maker made me sweeter, ampler power
Window dresser puts me on display case
A lonely bun lying in wooden racks
A glace domed cake, no one blowing my face
With nightfall comes, only got aching back
Can I still witness my dawning rapture?
With people lining up to shoot my picture
16 September 2020
(Sonnet - personification poem)
Copyright © Noel Villarosa | Year Posted 2020
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