The Unholy Donut

The Unholy Donut Void, vacant, empty is my life Of cream filled treasures More value there than is the princess virgin On Sunday where the need’s more urgent After church and prayers And rushing with a crashing passion speed To donut shop with my craven need Where is my cream filled donut please? Did I not pay my last three pennies for my treat? What’s this defeat? Alas! My dreams are dashed. The donut is there but not intact Someone stole the sweet interior Missing is the Bavarian cream Absconded from the scene Missing like a long lost love at sea Lost like my mind and memory And like my first love, Pretty on the outside but empty within Oh cold cruel world! Where could it be?! What have I done to deserve such wicket fate and misery? My just deserts snatched from me from the depths of hell Some demon monster stole my soul and prize as well And sold it on the internet I’m sure for pennies more Advertised by shape, size and smell Waitress? Oh waitress? Could I have another donut please? But this time with a hole inside ….something to hold on to with no surprise Till the day I die