Best Donut Poems
If I were an Oscar Meyer donut
Living in a Pacific Island hut
I’d be sweet and sincere
And drink all your light beer
Scruffy beach bum sugar hair like a mutt.
It’s Donut Day in the USA
Forget the dieting for today
Sugary and sweet
And rough on one’s teeth
For just one day don’t fret o’er decay.
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.
Quatret Poetry Soup contest
Who can describe Nothing?
Clue—it’s a little tricky to define.
For you see, Nothing is Something.
To disagree you should promptly decline.
If your notion is nothing is not anything,
That is somewhat asinine.
Take a donut hole for example.
Make sure my remarks sound snide.
Do not linger If the hole is ample
For your finger to fitly abide.
If so, the hole, your theory does trample.
Has the donut now injured your pride?
I say holes are definitely something.
I may step in a hole and break a leg.
How could this be if the hole is nothing?
This is my plea, kind Sir, I beg.
A hole is not Nothing—it’s Something.
An orifice is something in a keg.
It's worth the trip-you know that's true.
So have yourself a piping brew.
A rich and pleasing Columbian treasure.
No other coffee can quite measure.
Sure, I'll have a donut or two.
Glazed or cream filled-either will do.
Yet it's the coffee I come here for.
One cup leaves me wanting more.
Trickles down my thirsty throat.
Hugs me like a comfy coat.
There's no other java quite as good.
Just my opinion-that's understood!
written by Deb Wilson
May 28th, 2015
Donut People
Not all donut people are large or police or thieves
Nor are they thin, eating only greens and leaves and vitamins
Or exercising on the side of reasons muscularity
All this takes time to digest of course
Another hole, another donut down
Finding the criminal intent within is not a sin
Each and every calorie must be accounted for
According to health reports and other sources
Sugar particles find their way to court
Another bite out of crime….(but what about the obvious holes in this story?)
Public opinion is all about perception and what went down
All energy and money spent takes time to digest as well
To track down lost donuts, confections imperfections
Bring it to just desserts and deliciousness of justice
Our dedicated police will not sleep on just one donut
Their job has just begun
All citizens of our fine town
Can rest assured…. (So let them sleep)
Why!...Some of my best friends are donuts…(the mayor shouts.)
There is nothing wrong with that
Knowing one is out there unconsumed….
Leaves donut people too confused
Children are donut people too
They eat them all, run back for more….Poof!.....They’re gone
Confectioner’s confess and conjecture
Did girls and boys steal or simply borrow them?
Dusting off sweet powder and tiny prints of suspects
Leads to one conclusion
Convictions are in order for any one large or small…mostly small
When donut snatchers perpetrate such crimes
Donut people have their rights to eat in peace
Protected from crumby children who steal their treats
Is the doughnut a small price to pay, for a man or woman who lays down their life for me and others every day. Is there no greater sacrifice than to lay down your life for another, why can't I look at law-enforcement as my brother? Sure they cause me pain, but it's not for their gain. It's because I forgot to follow the rules, should be slapped on the knuckles like the nuns did in school.Thank God they are out there for me without them I would be Not as safe, trepidation not glee.
Jack and Jane loved to go to good ol' grandma's house.
She always baked delicious things that taste good in your mouth.
Donuts were a specialty and both kids loved the taste
of sweet hot melting goodness...not a crumb to waste.
But Jack was a mischievous boy and just a little naughty;
he figured how to get both shares, enjoying his own party.
Jane was quiet, a good, sweet girl, she just didn't see
that Jack was surely looking out for "one and only me."
Grandma heard Jack say to Jane..."I have the perfect fix!
I'll save the holes for you from every donut on my lips."
Poor Jane agreed and down they went, Jack ate every one,
and Jane had nothing left to eat; it wasn't any fun.
Grandma knew she had to stop the selfish little Jack.
She made a sweet surprise for Jane, her own delicious snack.
She frosted all the donut holes and decorated each;
next day, Jane got them all while Jack got quite a speech
about how little children with everyone should share
especially their own sisters...that is only fair!
Now all you little children who listen to this fable,
be kind to one another and share each time you're able.
Copyright, July 11, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Inspired by an old Sunday School story
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
The Whole In The Donut
Nothing
Look deeper
Many souls have been lost here
At the stake of convenience
All that sugar
Has to go some where
Down through your esophagus
Into your kidneys
Then it's cancer
No wonder people are dying
Frantic consumers filled with emotion
Stick to fruits and vegetables
Dunkin Donuts is making a killing
All because they can
Not to mention the hike in their sale price
Somebody must stick it to the man
When will we ever understand
© right now, chevyvent hope • humor • spiritual • society
Roses are red Violets are blue I don’t wanna be a donut just like you.
The Last Donut Temptation
David J Walker
A thousand donut shops
Greet me on the street
I see them on the way
To anyone I meet
I smell their frier frying
I can tell their bakers bake
I see their cream puffs creaming
I see the cinnamon shake
I know their glazers glaze
Their long johns twist and swirl
My eyes glass in a daze
As I watch their cruller curl
I can taste the fine white powder
Shaken on the top
Of every sprinkled donut
Every chocolate drop
It makes me twitch and twitter
If I am in the store
And a fresh hot apple fritter
Tells me I need just one more
I plead for divine intervention
A pray sincere and quiet
Save me from temptation
And this stupid cursed diet
Opulence is not flatulence especially in a house. And onion peel is very useful for persuading a plant to float in a prism. It is often great to watch a pea boat sail past. Rather remarkable it is. Round swirling orb. The balancing of a metre thick rug is amicable when on a trapeze. Akin to turning around on a very high roller coaster. But when travelling does one not partake in crusts of buttered lava bread. Booming bongos bringing baking beads. And so tread carefully. And lightly. When mixing physical currants,raisins and particles of icing across the skyways. Skyways are often very interesting for the patterns arriving are never exact. Good. Great isn't it? Sunrises tell of faith in a sunflower. And thrice times a weapon is twenty times a sea urchin. Basking. Knead or need? Savour that in a barm. Belligerent barbershop breaks beakers. 1 2 3 4 huckleberry fin at a disco. And a fig dancing around to the tune of a saxophone played by a fat prawn with very googly eyes, buck teeth, and a stripey hat. Hum. Xxxxx humanitarian z plagioclase p and a custard donut assortment. Z
Loneliness is a stale donut
Forgotten and left in box
For how many days now?
How many days!
Takes as self-pity
Eating the donut it tastes like pain
And sickness rising in my throat
For I remain and the box I throw out
One donut, to sit upon,
surround the abdomen,
to sweeten the A1c; see
you later in antipathy
but the entire moment
was delicious, short-lived,
with finger and lips, licked,
and a krispy kreme coffee
at just the late hour, a peak
like pike’s to keep the heart
jumping jacks; eyes wide
open underneath shut lids
donuts and caffeine spinning,
lids open and closing - the learned
steer far from this good ship lollipop.
temple is throbbing under its spell.
there’s a donut to pay, a pain
in the knowing - soon it’ll be showing
its plan: the hasty krispy kreme or
the dunkin-kind - a sweet lambaste
don’t wear its ring
or fall for its filling
you’ll have to divorce
this goody…you can have half
11/12/2022