I will call them The Muffins. Glory creatures that are made from the heart of the earth.
\nNAY You would say. They sound like Hawks and made of ROCKS<\/p>\n
Fear the Muffins, blase and cold.
\nCold as rocks, sounded like a hawk
\nFear the Muffins, I beg you.
\nBring your cocoa, and don’t take a photo.
\nBobo, the Hobo took once a yo-yo.
\nAnd feared the day that he needed to go-go.
\nNothing is more feared than the Muffins.
\nI beg you, fear the Muffins.
\nThe Rubble of the bubbles.
\nBabble the bobble, couple of bobbles.
\nWatch out for your muscles and your rumbles.
\nWobble the humble and snuggles of the troubled.<\/p>\n
It is a struggle to befuddle a Muffin.
\nTroubles and struggles would be all in jumbles.
\nKnuckles and muzzles would fly!
\nMarried couples would giggle and be puzzled.
\nMess with the Muffins, you surely would ask for trouble.
\nHumble the Muffins are, the bubbles and rumbles are puzzled.<\/p>\n
Nay, you would say.
\nThe Muffins are merely friendly and kindly creatures.
\nGo ask your teachers, preachers, leaders, and seekers.
\nSeekers and the common believers.
\nThe Muffins are feared and would stab you with a spear.
\nI am making myself clear? Or I am going through your ears?
\nStear clear of the Muffins.
\nBe clear, to not be near a Muffin during the year.
\nOnce, you are there, you would disappear and reappear.
\nYou will have a souvenir of your ear in a box. And a photo of a laughing Fox.
\nAsk your peers and they would hear.
\nStay clear of the Muffins throughout the year.<\/p>\n
Why a photo of a fox and why does the Muffins sound like hawks?
\nThe Muffins send them in a mail box or send them in a pressing box.
\nThey giggle and gurgle over the person that unlocks the box.
\nThey steal pencil boxes and music boxes.
\nCereal boxes and deposit boxes. And sometimes even the telephone box.
\nI know that is unorthodox and I hoped you like these talks.
\nSince, the mice and princes are raising.
\nAnd the ocean is behaving.
\nI beg to you stranger, beware the Muffins.
\nI will say adieu and God bless you, you silly little Baboon.
\nPlease, don’t refute my warnings and accuse me as a fool.
\nI salute you and have a great honeymoon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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