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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.

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.

Oh how i miss my muffin cake
My muffin cake
My muffin cake
Woe, woe, my muffin cake!

My tasty muffin cake!
God i'd love a muffin cake,
Soft sweet muffin cake
Woe, woe, my muffin cake!

Wait a minute, i'm a frickin muffin cake!
God a tasty muffin cake
I'm eating myself (a muffin cake)
Woe, woe, my muffin cake?!

A Lonely Muffin says...

Pop

The muffin mc
Ahoy my names muffin I aint got nuffin. Allai even the pie hates me I need a muffete that relates to me. My wrapper says whoa but my choccy say hey eat a muffin fresh and say what chu say.

A new dawn, a new day

[I]The sun rises
my wrapper is empty
again

I sit here,
still as a victoria sponge
listening for him

CLICK

Well, at least this one closed the tuppaware.

Then she gobbled my chips

/fin

Your Mum

[I]Nice lady
bought me
released me from my packet

she touched me in ways I've never been touched before.

A poem based on the story of a muffin that played for Manchester United AND Stevenage...

I’m just a fat, scummy ho.
And I've wasted my life.
Kill me.
I deserve to die.

Misunderstood

[I]I'm a little muffin
sat alone on my plate
the patterns zig-zag underneath me

I look around
alone
And start to sing

You see,
although I'm a blacky,
burnt alive in my case
I'm still a muffin- why can't they understand?

I whsiper sweet nothin's
to ma lonely muffin
s**t weeps a ls**ttle, here and there
and then gapes and has a stare

OH my lonely muffin
My sweet sweet, sweet
OH my lonely muffin
Where fore are thou, ton-eet?

I pave my way through a distant land
Full of horrible cusses and nasty bands
Who sing a lot of s*s**t, about men and guns and law
When everybody says, my sweet muffin,
is the lonely brains behind s**t all

OH my lonely muffin
My sweet sweet, sweet
OH my lonely muffin
Where fore are thou, ton-eet?

My lonely muffin
Gimme a snufflin'
Staring at a horizon
of Aristotlean pretense
my lonely muffin
Lives in the past tense

OH my lonely muffin
My sweet sweet, sweet
OH my lonely muffin
Where fore are thou, ton-eet?

My lonely muffin
I love you
Come'a'home ws**th me
Muffin storms tonight
We'll all be ALLLRIIIGGHHTT

I call s**t, the 'Dirge of the Pathless Teen eating a Muffin'.