10/11/2013

Donut donut donut donut

Two poems today, one for each donut I ate this morning. So far.


Donut donut donut donut

Donut donut donut donut
Donut donut yummy.
Donut donut donut donut
Donut donut tummy.



Donuts Are

Donuts are what we become;
Glazed and fat and round.
Each donut that's in front of me's
The best that I have found.
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