Muffin Man

The story begins Once upon a time with muffin man His father worked him Knead him as a son Waving him goodbye Smiling all happy Leaving the bakers After getting his icing done To make a new start Dancing skipping Entering a wooded area Singing with glee All of a sudden Coming shooting out of the trees In a flash of light A witch On her broomstick Piercing through the center Of poor little muffin man he yelled for help Roaring in pain No one heard muffin's cry Slowly the stinking Old witch Opened her fowl smelling mouth Yellowing black teeth Inching closer Holding his breath He smelled doom In the face Of ugliness As he prayed She sank her teeth Deep into him Holding him in her two hands Slowly as his life passed away fading She devoured him A little crumb Was to fall to the ground As she rubbed her belly With a horrid laugh Taking her hands Off her broomstick Laughing contentment Flew head Over backwards Falling of the stick Spiraling hits the ground in a splat An almighty bang She died on Halloween night The crumb was picked up By a little bird Muffin man's resting place He was hailed a hero witch killer On that very night In the wind you can hear screams of a witch She's still in hunt For muffin man To redeem her soul The last crumb She never got Roaming searching Sometimes you see her shadow On a broomstick On the moon face