Muffin

A buttered muffin sits on a quiet plate
Still
Fresh steam topping off the split top
Around the table sits a dinner
But the muffin
Never flitting
Is pulling me in
I must I must
Enjoy this in lust
For the muffin is mine I command it
But sadly it seems I'm not for the king
For I'm just the dog at the table

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.