Written: January 22, 2026, for contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
****************
The muffin batter sits, poised for the heat
A tender blend of flour, milk, and the air
I stir it softly, focused on the treat
I handle the dough with velvety care
Its smoothness is a hint of flavors' shape
A tender blend of flour, milk, and air
The muffin dough begins its languid crepe
It rises, soaked in the nuggets of knead
Its smoothness is a hint of flavors' shape
A low-fat pumpkin bran muffin dish leads
Butter and sugar, whisked till soft and pale
It rises, soaked in the nuggets of knead
I swirl, I turn, I listen to the rain,
The muffin batter sits, poised for the heat.
A bittersweet cadence I can't restrain;
I stir it softly, focused on the treat.
I have a brand of English muffin that I really like.
How is it English, is this the language he speaks?
This type of muffin comes circular,
But I beg to differ, rectangular would be better.
The circle fights with my toaster.
At time’s it’s become a dangerous battle.
I have to intervene and unplug the machine
Making her unfairly cool down.
I understand both sides.
But if you ask me, I agree with her more.
If the muffin would just comply,
And be rectangular.
Things would be easier on both sides!
(Said the spider to the fly).
But the truth be told, unfortunately today,
This is exactly the attitude.
Everybody shut up
And do it my way!
Maybe, in the future,
I should buy my muffins
From Canada
And maybe my bacon too.
But will they speak French?
Then the miscommunication possibilities wide open.
Recipe
Just a small portion
The muffins
The dressing is made from scratch
A little sample in a muffin
Tastes great
Small plate
Cranberry Sauce toppings
Elegant style
Worth the while
Delicious in size.
Homemade
In a fancy dish
Sizeable amounts
12 dressing muffins in a pan
The dressing style
On the entree list.
As I look upon the
Sun rays they spray golden joy
Spirals that swirl with sight-drops,
Falling into rain sprinkled spring showers
I really miss your muffin-top
when you are far away
Your saddle-bags I long to touch
so come on home to play
My pigeon toes are not the same
without your crows feet near
My choppers miss your cooking too
it “taint” the same my dear
Is my beer belly on your mind
love handles do you miss
and how about my double chin
can you live with out this
So bring on back your thunder thighs
your saggy bottom too
Your fat beau-legged Valentine
now sorely misses you
For Muffin ...
No gazelle legs to adorn her
Unending spots of black and white
A leg thats placed in each corner
No gazelle legs to adorn her
I am her crestfallen mourner
Licking, Nibbling, playfully light
No gazelle legs to adorn her
Unending spots of black and white
(c) The Didds 2021
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)
Nailed to a coffin, Little Miss Muffin
Smoking cancer sticks, huffin' and puffin'
Along came a health preacher
Tried his utmost to reach her
She said, 'Like a smoke ring? ~ I'm not bluffin'
Good old Muffin snug in his bed
Next to the sofa where sits big Ted
Ted is so big he sinks to the floor
Which causes old Muffin to have a last snore
Big Ted fell asleep while eating some pie
This chance takes muffin, being old and sly
He steals Teds pie,
than heads straight for the door
Seconds later, he hears Ted roar
Blueberry paw prints, leaves a trail behind
Thump thump shakes the floor
Big Ted to the door
Caught in the act Muffin looking so innocent
Ted pats Muffins head,
your to old for imprisonment
His paws so sticky, his face all blue
No matter what age
Always try to stay true
Once there was this badger;
he was really selfish!
He hated doing merger
in hunting for fish.
One time he found a muffin,
and hid inside a coffin.
He had a delightful munch,
enjoying his early lunch.
He was so satisfied that he slept;
shadows of the sunset soon crept.
"Good evening" he heard from outside;
"How are you getting on inside?"
Slowly the coffin lid was open;
the badger's fright was sudden!
It was a face of a vampire he saw;
quickly the badger was on his toe.
The fanged being was very worried;
the coffin belonged to his friend, Alfred.
So fast and far away he ran,
afraid of being the vampire's fun.
He had to look for another hiding place to eat,
far away from places where vampires meet.
Do you have an Achilles heel?
Mine is a blueberry muffin.
Always makes my taste buds squeal,
When it comes fresh from the oven.
Served up warm with a cup of tea,
A reason to get out of bed.
No coffee or eggs, not for me,
Now ready for the day ahead.
Often I cheat, have one more please,
And feel I’m as big as a whale.
My sweet tooth once more to appease,
‘Till I get on the bathroom scale!
She watched him hide his pretty wares,
When the Easter Bunny came.
And as the children ran in pairs,
She joined into the game.
Their short legs were longer than
The short ones that she wore.
For each egg going in their pans,
She found a dozen more.
We tried to take them from her and
She'd look at us and grin.
Her mouth was faster than our hands
As another egg went in.
I've had dogs that were more faithful
And superior in their size,
But at being glad and gleeful,
Happy Muffin won the prize.
Grandchildren love to hear the story
Of little Muffin and the eggs
And of how God took her up to Glory
On her little Dachshund legs.
The Great Cosmic Muffin Commeth
When the Great Muffin comes
It will arrive with casinos all in chains
In Chaos with Chance, its lover, dressed in games
Rolled in by dice on a cloud of rain and a grain of rice
Children will bring butter to the table on that day
Ready to eat the Holy
Parimutuels will all be placed to win
Syrians will refrain from gambling
Remain on borders hungering to get in
Mary will stand at attention
Step on a serpents head, crush it and pray
Congregations will turn each card over
Look up to heaven for guidance
When The Great Muffin comes
Jesus will be waiting in the corner with a sword
Cut down all false gods before serving lunch
Great Cosmic Muffins go well with butter
Taste even better when they commeth for supper
Today I tried on some pants,
the zippers shouted, "I cant's!"
So I sucked in my gut,
bellybutton's a rut...
Damn, fill the hole with some plants!
it is extreme heat
in a tight spot
that makes the muffin rise
to show its purpose
to give delight
to be useful to others
then why is it
that when we feel the heat
and when we are in a tight spot
we show our weakness
we give complaints
and we become useless to others?
it is perchance
that the wisdom of the muffin
that rises to the occasion
that stands up to be counted
trumps our own?
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.