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"Short Poem Comp, THE 2ND RETURN OF"

You know the rules, kids.

Topic: "A Lonely Muffin"
or just whatever, yeah?

Go.

Judging Date: June 4th!!!!!!

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Well, quite obviously, as everyone knew (ahaha) it is judging day. And so, the winnur does be:

mattributé wrote:
> Burnt Muffin
>
> I sit here, scolded in my cage
> the black surrounds my fluffy centre
>
> the only way in is through the bitter skin
> the only way out is to break from skin
>
> I'm alone.
>
> I sit here, awaiting my sentence
> a burning hot oven can be so cold
> when you're different.

Matt, its over to you.

You know the rules, kids.

Topic: "A Lonely Muffin"
or just whatever, yeah?

Go.

Judging Date: June 4th!!!!!!

-------------------------------------------------------

Well, quite obviously, as everyone knew (ahaha) it is judging day. And so, the winnur does be:

mattributé wrote:
> Burnt Muffin
>
> I sit here, scolded in my cage
> the black surrounds my fluffy centre
>
> the only way in is through the bitter skin
> the only way out is to break from skin
>
> I'm alone.
>
> I sit here, awaiting my sentence
> a burning hot oven can be so cold
> when you're different.

Matt, its over to you.

Muffin, alone

[I]Upon that kitchen ledge
i sing to you
in verse
in rhyme
I long for you, your blueberry goodness

I reach out, to touch you
but, in a glimpse - you've
gone

The bitter taste of fortified sugar

[I]Yes, I've cried for you
this I shan't deny
but when I glanced at you
across that moonlit dancehall
I knew our fates were entwined

A few nervous glances
and an hour later,
I broke away from my shackles
from those that tied me down
to fly to you

Once last glimpse
and you were gone
into his arms
into his mouth

mufff(in)

Ashman has lady bits
he touches them with a fork
FFF touches them frequently
he is suck a ladyboy dork

'harder' yells ashman
with relative glee
please push my mufff in
it arouses me.

The Tale of a Gothic Muffin living every day...suffering every day...

A muffin, in a way, is the simulation of me; my life.
The exterior; a perfect specimen. Irresistible. Well fit, mate.
Yet scolding, axing this beautiful shell reveals more; realms more.
Just search.
The rivers run cold, no chocolate chips but it matters not.
No shell, no taste.
I’m broken inside, you see?
Dead.
Cut away my shell.
Blade and slice my skin.
Yes, like that.
Get rid of the baaaad, maaaan.
Oh so deep.
There’s no going back now.
I’ve eaten it all.

Oh my good lord.
I’m such a fat bas.

Darkening spuff: (Whatever becomes of the lost muffins)

creased like a tea-towel atop a broken chair
I'm the muffin in the hat, nobody will wear
Perhaps it's the brown rim, or that it smells of bums
or perhaps because inside the hat is filled with crumbs

Alas, fair wench wonteth thou, sitteth on my lap
Or you can lapdance whilst a handicapped kid claps
I'd like to snort drugs in a line on your belly
Or drink Tizer and watch gay porns on the telly

Burnt Muffin

[I]I sit here, scolded in my cage
the black surrounds my fluffy centre

the only way in is through the bitter skin
the only way out is to break from skin

I'm alone.

I sit here, awaiting my sentence
a burning hot oven can be so cold
when you're different.

Paradox: wrote:
> mufff(in)

AMZAMING

The Riddles of the Fatties ...

[I]Hello! I'm a muffin!
I have just ... been ... eaten.

By a very skinny boy
I was all he ate all day
It felt so good.

And now I'm being digested. As all good muffins are.
Slowly ... slowly ....
Being worn away by acid and muscle.
What a good muffin I am.

But wait ...
What's this ... ?

I'm
So
Lonely.

MUFFINS!
I call upon thee, my fellow muffins.
My fellow scones and buns and cakes.
Bagels unite - your time has come.
Join me here, as the baker bakes.

I choose onion, I choose sprinkles
I choose chocolate, I choose cheese.
Fattening piles of tasty delight.
Sticky sweets and yummy savouries

JOIN ME NOW

Together, dough-based foodstuffs.
In this skinny tummy.
We shall live together - being slowly, slowly disgested.
And fill up. All the spaces.

Don't be mad.
I am a good muffin.
I am just very lonely.

Sweet Revenge

[I]I laugh as he approachs,
hands in pocket
as always
his stomach rumbles
he needs me

I look up to see the chocolate in his eyes
chips of heaven, he said
little did he know

I laughed as he choked on my
innocent crumbs
and stumbled to the floor

as his face got redder
I felt his heart grind to a hault

Served him right
he knew i hated white chocolate