Muffin Man

The Muffin Man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the utility
Muffin research kitchen

Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon
He gathers an intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants

Brushing his scapular aside, he proceeds to dump these inside
Of his shirt

He turns to us and speaks, "Some people like cupcakes better, I for one
Care less for them."

Arrogently twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully-charged icing
Annointment utensil, he poots forth a quarter ounce green rossette near
The summit of a dense but radiant muffin of his own design

Later he says, "Some people, like cupcakes exclusively while myself I
Say there is naught, nor ought there be nothing so exhalted on the face of
God's gray earth, as that prince of foods, the muffin

Girl, you thought he was a man, but he was a muffin
He hung around till you found that he didn't know nothing
Girl, you thought he was a man, but he only was a muffin