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!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2012
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