The Muffin That Roared

By Jhanvi Latheesh

  I baked a muffin late last night,

           With sprinkles, glue and dynamite."

           I followed Grandma’s ancient text,

           But… maybe flipped two pages next.

           I stirred in socks (they smelled of cheese),

           Then added syrup from the trees.

           Some jellybeans and ping-pong balls—

           And whispers from the haunted halls.

           It bubbled. Boiled. Began to quake!

           The oven danced and did the snake.

           With a roar, the muffin burst alive—

           And shouted, “WHO WANTS PIE? HIGH FIVE!”

           It stomped across the floury floor,   

          A cherry cannon in each door.

          It challenged me to baking war—

          Then skidded on the buttered floor.”

          I trapped it in a cupcake tin,

          (It cursed in pastry, full of sin).

          But now it sits upon my shelf,

          A grumpy snack who talks to itself.

          So if you bake at half past ten,

          With yak milk and a fountain pen—

          Beware the muffin with wild flair…

          It might just sprout some purple hair!

By Jhanvi Latheesh