Idle Threats From An English Muffin

The english muffin awakes with a yawn

Flicking off the french toast

From accross the table they're on

"I've been buttered the most,"

Muffin boasts in the light of dawn

"Hey triangle!

Yeah you,

You're bo-jangled at an obscenely obtuse angle,

You're screwed,

You spongy waste of plate space,

When we're incarcerated in that stomach place

I'm going to nibble off whatever isn't chewed

From your flat fugly face...

Oh yeah?

Well, my mushy teeth may be berry blue

And no, they may not exactly hurt you, 

But they will annoy thee

And now I plan to gum you Indefinately!"

The End

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