Poem about my creatures that I call Fearful Muffins and this poem is from my character in my story :D

I will call them The Muffins. Glory creatures that are made from the heart of the earth.
NAY You would say. They sound like Hawks and made of ROCKS

Fear the Muffins, blase and cold.
Cold as rocks, sounded like a hawk
Fear the Muffins, I beg you.
Bring your cocoa, and don’t take a photo.
Bobo, the Hobo took once a yo-yo.
And feared the day that he needed to go-go.
Nothing is more feared than the Muffins.
I beg you, fear the Muffins.
The Rubble of the bubbles.
Babble the bobble, couple of bobbles.
Watch out for your muscles and your rumbles.
Wobble the humble and snuggles of the troubled.

It is a struggle to befuddle a Muffin.
Troubles and struggles would be all in jumbles.
Knuckles and muzzles would fly!
Married couples would giggle and be puzzled.
Mess with the Muffins, you surely would ask for trouble.
Humble the Muffins are, the bubbles and rumbles are puzzled.

Nay, you would say.
The Muffins are merely friendly and kindly creatures.
Go ask your teachers, preachers, leaders, and seekers.
Seekers and the common believers.
The Muffins are feared and would stab you with a spear.
I am making myself clear? Or I am going through your ears?
Stear clear of the Muffins.
Be clear, to not be near a Muffin during the year.
Once, you are there, you would disappear and reappear.
You will have a souvenir of your ear in a box. And a photo of a laughing Fox.
Ask your peers and they would hear.
Stay clear of the Muffins throughout the year.

Why a photo of a fox and why does the Muffins sound like hawks?
The Muffins send them in a mail box or send them in a pressing box.
They giggle and gurgle over the person that unlocks the box.
They steal pencil boxes and music boxes.
Cereal boxes and deposit boxes. And sometimes even the telephone box.
I know that is unorthodox and I hoped you like these talks.
Since, the mice and princes are raising.
And the ocean is behaving.
I beg to you stranger, beware the Muffins.
I will say adieu and God bless you, you silly little Baboon.
Please, don’t refute my warnings and accuse me as a fool.
I salute you and have a great honeymoon.

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