Something You Dont Know About Me
Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 4:29 pm
There is something about myself Ive never shared with anyone in this forum. Ive kept it private, its not something I speak of often. Not for any particular reason I can think of, its just something Ive always kept to myself. Until now.
I like muffins. Let me rephrase that, I love muffins. All kinds, blueberry, butter rum, pistachio, banana walnut, lemon poppyseed, almond. I love them all equally. There are no favorites. Lets just say each muffin I eat is my favorite and each muffin is better than the last one.
I enjoy the tops of the muffins with their signiature slightly crusty exterior taunting me with the realization that just underneath in the belly of the muffin lies warm moist sweet baked goodness and within that goodness might be fresh berries just begging to be popped in your mouth as they scream Its a party its a muffin party. Or perhaps the delicate flavoring of almond. Each day is a surprise waiting to unfold as I eagerly anticipate my morning muffin.
Well there it is. Now you know. I love muffins and I dont care what the world thinks about that.
Feel free to ostracize me, feel free to exclude me, feel free to banish me, cast me out, exile me, I dont care because I am the muffin man.
Oh, do you know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Oh, do you know the muffin man,
That lives on Drury Lane?
Oh, yes, I know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Oh, yes, I know the muffin man,
That lives on Drury Lane.
Now two of us know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Now two of us know the muffin man,
That lives on Drury Lane.
A few of us know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
A few of us know the muffin man,
That lives on Drury Lane.
Now we all know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Now we all know the muffin man,
That lives on Drury Lane.
I like muffins. Let me rephrase that, I love muffins. All kinds, blueberry, butter rum, pistachio, banana walnut, lemon poppyseed, almond. I love them all equally. There are no favorites. Lets just say each muffin I eat is my favorite and each muffin is better than the last one.
I enjoy the tops of the muffins with their signiature slightly crusty exterior taunting me with the realization that just underneath in the belly of the muffin lies warm moist sweet baked goodness and within that goodness might be fresh berries just begging to be popped in your mouth as they scream Its a party its a muffin party. Or perhaps the delicate flavoring of almond. Each day is a surprise waiting to unfold as I eagerly anticipate my morning muffin.
Well there it is. Now you know. I love muffins and I dont care what the world thinks about that.
Feel free to ostracize me, feel free to exclude me, feel free to banish me, cast me out, exile me, I dont care because I am the muffin man.
Oh, do you know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Oh, do you know the muffin man,
That lives on Drury Lane?
Oh, yes, I know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Oh, yes, I know the muffin man,
That lives on Drury Lane.
Now two of us know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Now two of us know the muffin man,
That lives on Drury Lane.
A few of us know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
A few of us know the muffin man,
That lives on Drury Lane.
Now we all know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Now we all know the muffin man,
That lives on Drury Lane.