The Muffin Class

WE WROTE THIS POEM TOGETHER IN MY ADV. CREATIVE WRITING CLASS.

The magical muffin sparkled
With the light of the moon
which was a crescent
Among the starry sky
He started to Choke
the frozen blueberry cut off his air
he died slowly
and the muffin gods laughed
over his grave
and spat on it.

WE ALL HAD A LINE TO WRITE!