My dick is a dagger
I'll force it to fit
My dick is a reamer, Baby
To scream up your slit

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!
And, brushing his scapular aside
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"
Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot
Of a fully charged icing-anointment utensil
He puts forth a quarter-ounce green rosette
Near-ha, ha
Let's try that again-
He poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosette
Near the summit of a dense-but-radiant muffin
Of his own design
Later, he says
"Some people, some people like cupcakes exclusively
While I myself I say there is naught
Nor ought there be nothing so exalted
On the face of God's grey earth
As that Prince of foods... the Muffin"