They warned me about you. I read the nutrition facts and saw the ingredients. The FDA didn't fail to inform me, you were no good for me. Toxic, even. I knew this all but you... always smelt better than you looked or tasted, Like a lemon poppyseed, with salt for sugar- strange and savory, but I should stop eating.
Ocean muffin maybe made for a bird flying low, or some big fish swimming in shallow waters. I was the bird flying low, with no luck in the wild, searching for scraps, and saw one in tact. It held promise. Swallowed you whole and lost all of my feathers expelling you out. You were for the big fish. The ones who only bite off what they can chew. I cannot consume you who poisons me.