Muffins

I wait; a muffin bakes with heavn’ly smells.
My stomach rumbles, hoping for some food,
And as I wait, desire within me wells.

The muffin is a noble food and good,
And more so when blueberries added are
As in this case; it makes a better mood.

The one who first made muffins raised the bar
For all those other bakers who've come since;
Sure there is little else that's up to par.

Of all the baked goods, muffins are the prince
Which far outshine attempts of other men;
With talk of muffins, never your words mince.

Olivia begged me write this with my pen.
So I obliged; but hark! What joyous bells!
I smell some brownies. 'Til next time! Amen!