Donut: A Sonnet

Donut! Thou shouldst be living in my gut.

Eaten for my breakfast (with cup of joe)

Filled with custard, or plain, iced dough,

Yet still abide you on store shelf, but

I am Hungry! Not just somewhat,

But famished, starving, full of woe,

Blood sugar level critically low,

So weak I cannot get off my butt.

So I will hatch a devious plan,

For I must have you, many of you.

And I will get you if I e’er can;

I know exactly what I must do.

“Children,” spake I, “Help your old man.

Go get some donuts, for me and you, too.”