Muffinesque

Life begins cold
In the form of a gooey batter;
Then it progresses.
Everything moves around and around
And becomes hot.
Very hot.
And then the world begins to look smaller
Because it must accommodate the size
Of the expanding batter.
The heat is like a magic wand;
It transforms the batter from an amorphous blob
Into the perfect pastry:
The Muffin.
With its compact size
It has no rival for convenience.
With its chef-hat top
It has no rival for cuteness.
With its moist texture
It has no rival for taste.
It is, in essence, perfection
In the form of an ugly cupcake.