How Cruel of You to Laugh

How cruel of you to laugh. 
You must be a psychopath,
completely daft and nuts,
as I'm oozing bloody guts,
a jelly donut, cut in half.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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De Beaulieu Avatar
July 17, 2026 at 10:51 AM
Hello David Crandall, First i want to know : Are you safe from the wild fire? If so I hope you are in a safe area. Lol your poem is fjunny. Your friend,/Darlene/
De Beaulieu Avatar
July 17, 2026 at 4:22 PM
Hello David, es there are many fires burning. We can smell the smoke. As far as far as i know the fires are still burning. the good news is rain is coming that should help the fire to be put out. It started in Northern Ontario. then spread. let you know what happens when i know something about it. Enjoy your evening my friend. /Darlene/
Crandall Avatar
July 17, 2026 at 2:47 PM
Thanks, Darlene. As far as I know. I'm not affected by any fires now. The air quality is "moderate". How about where you live? I heard there are many fires in Canada, too!
Smith  Avatar
June 28, 2026 at 7:32 PM
You must admit it is kinda funny. I'll try not laugh next time.
Crandall Avatar
June 28, 2026 at 7:36 PM
Hahaha...you're right. I've still got some work to do - lol.
Dietrich Avatar
June 28, 2026 at 6:13 PM
Yummy. It sounds like cherry guts! Great job as usual, David
Crandall Avatar
June 28, 2026 at 7:40 PM
Haha - thanks :-; A great thing about a cherry filled jelly donut is that when you can't really cut it in half before you put it on a platter. So, in my May book club meeting, I ate the entire jelly donut instead of any of the half donuts that everyone else was picking, but in June, I only picked a half donut, because after I ate the jelly donut in May, it kept reminding me, haunting me all afternoon. In donut language, it was trying to make me feel guilty and regret that I'd eaten him.
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