The Muffin Mare is seated at the table
In the laboratory of the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen...
Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon
She gathers an intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants!
And, brushing her scapular aside
Proceeds to dump these inside of her shirt
She turns to us and speaks
"Some ponies like cupcakes better. I, for one, care less for them"
Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot
of a fully charged icing-anointment utensil
She puts forth a quarter-ounce green rosette
Near the summit of a dense-but-radiant muffin
Of her own design
Later, she says
"Some ponies, some ponies like cupcakes exclusively
While I myself I say there is naught
Nor ought there be nothing so exalted
On the face of Celestia's grey earth
As that Princess of foods... the Muffin"