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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.

Emotionless

[I]He played with me
left me for dead
left me open, exposed
he tore away my wrapper
I couldn't resist

I was helpless,
a wreck
He Ravaged me
Savged me
Poked and he Pushed
The plate of life
was filled with my crumbs

He picked away,
chipping at my confidence
shaping me into something new
something grotesque.
As he ate away at my sweet, chocolatey goodness
I wept.

As I lay here
in the heat of the sun
torn in two
I feel shards of me melting
for you

If only muffins had legs

[I]I walk a chocolately road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Custard Creams
Where the bakery shop sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My chocolate chips the only things that are beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will eat me
'Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my soft gooey centre
On the border, dine
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the pastries
What's munched up and everything's alright
Check my cooking times
To know I'm still uneaten and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

Alone

[I]I sit alone in this tin of despair
nobody wants me
whilst all the other muffins laugh, dance and sing
I sit alone

I didn't steal any raisans
I left them to the others
I didn't hog the dough
I didn't raise the fastest
Or brown the quickest
Or laugh at all the burnts.
I guess nice guys do finish last.

Enqrique plays on the radio
he sings to my soul
Sometimes I wish I was somebody's hero
I dream that I'm in a movie
Enthralling the innocent young girl
saving her from the villians.
Then I wake up.
Alone.

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

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.

Paradox: wrote:
> mufff(in)

AMZAMING

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.

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

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.

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.