i clearly am insane

One day, one rhyme- Day 1097

Cupcakes come tumbling from the sky
And crash onto the ground.
I try so hard to catch them all,
Before they can rebound.
I employ buckets, boxes, crates
Anything I can reach,
But ev'ry container is full
And one by one they breach.
The cupcake tidal wave won’t cease
They’ll be contained by nought.
They form piles, hillocks and mountains
From those that won’t be caught.
I told my therapist about
My cupcake quandary,
“You think I am insane?” I asked.
“Yes, they’re muffins, clearly.”