The english muffin awakes with a yawn
Flicking off the french toast
From accross the table they’re on

“I’ve been buttered the most,”
Muffin boasts in the light of dawn

“Hey triangle!
Yeah you.
You’re bo-jangled at an obscenely obtuse angle.
You’re screwed,
You spongy waste of plate space.
When we’re incarcerated in that stomach place
I’m going to nibble off whatever isn’t chewed
From your fLat fugly face…”

(french toast mumbles a retort)

“…Oh yeah? Well, my mushy teeth may be berry blue
And no, they may not exactly hurt you,
But they will annoy thee
And now I plan to gum you indefinitely!”