Portable

A muffin’s very portable; I toss one in my bag And pop a piece into my mouth If spirits start to sag. I slice it up and baggie it; It takes up little space And I can nibble secretly At any time or place. If hunger pangs crop up Or if my stomach starts to growl, I needn’t search provisions out Or gnash my teeth and howl. I reach into my pocketbook And rip a little piece; As quick as that, the noises In my belly start to cease. So when you leave your house, Into your bag you should be stuffin’ A perfect pick-me-up That’s also portable – a muffin!