A Donut's Tale

Here's the true story of a beautiful girl. How the sun shone on her every curl. Like a proud oyster's flawless, crowning pearl, she was admired from all around - the sweetest angel in the town. She was a ray of bright sunshine, was good at dancing in a line, and left everyone feeling fine - not one would ever wear a frown. She was a princess without a crown. I told you - the sweetest girl in town. But this tale's not done, don't disembark. This lass possessed a secret, so dark it resembled chocolate bark. She fell in love with all her soul with a donut and its hole. She spied him in a Winchell's store. Had she ever felt that way before? Oh, how this pastry she would adore. A feeling welled, she couldn't control her love for the donut and its hole. She took him home, and he gazed at her picture with a glazed, and many more, shocked - amazed. There was a polaroid with a jelly roll, frightening the donut and his hole. He never knew there were so many others. What became of his brothers? How he missed his jelly-filled mother! And then his darling ate him whole, the little donut with a hole. I hope this story didn't give you a fright, as you tossed sleepless through the night. Try to look at the side that's bright. For a donut, being eaten is such fun, and she and he became as one.