Best Donuts Poems
A tall and short-tempered fat man
was a boss I once had named Dan.
Both his kids and his wife
worked there too. Oh, what strife!
They fought like a hillbilly clan.
Dandee Donuts was Dan's small café.
I served donuts and meals for small pay,
wore a stupid hair net
and what small tips I'd get
growing fat on free donuts each day!
A “yeller” was Dan; a disgrace!
He’d scream and get red in the face.
If his business slowed down,
he’d say, “Don’t stand around.
Take a rag and wipe down the whole place!”
In spite of Dan’s awful ways, he
said he’d sure like to sponsor me
as Miss Muscatine.
I said, “What do you mean?
Your food’s made me fat. Can’t you see?”
(I chose the second one here for the contest.
Did I make the right choice?)
If the staff of life
Is bread, then
Is death gluten-free?
7/17/19
When allowed to grow, Cheerios turn into donuts
Also the holes are used for losing weight in grownups
Better than nothing
What's all the fussing
Don't know about youse guys but sounds kinda bogus
Those maple donuts
Surely will by my ruin.
Lack of self control.
Dandee Donuts was Dan's small café.
I served donuts and meals for small pay,
wore a stupid hair net
and what small tips I'd get
growing fat on free donuts each day!
For Carolyn Devonshire's
Single Limerick Contest: Horrible Bosses (and more) Poetry Contest
The sun is up and a new day is ahead.
I don’t want to get up. I want to stay in bed.
I don’t work today. I have nowhere to go.
To the world, I wish to be a no-show.
However, there’s that smell so sweet.
It comes from the donut shop across the street.
Everything there smells so heavenly.
I start my morning with
FRESH DONUTS AND COFFEE.
I'm at Dunkin Donuts dunking a donut,
for the experience.
Letting my memories pass through me.
Not repressing any of them.
I'm pretending to be a scientist
of the mind.
It's not fun though.
Makes you glad spreadsheets have functions!
Somewhere in the donut crumbs
stirring around in my coffee
is a hidden key to the messages in my head.
There must be a rhythm to all
the misunderstandings and misapprehensions.
But just as soon as I think I've found some answers
a damn truck drives buy and vibrates the windows and the tables and distracts me,
or some saucy ass walks by on the street.
Maybe I should go somewhere else.
No, damn it, I should be able to do this here.
The answers are wrapped in the distractions
now that I think about it.
They are everywhere.
Doesn't matter where I go.
Focus.
Don't focus.
Balance the two.
I'm Evel Knievel of the mind!
Maybe I'll look for a job today.
I should stay here and keep at this though.
I'm on the verge of something.
I know it.
Waiting on my flight I headed for the airport café
With a hot coffee in sight I quickly made my way
While I was at the store I got some donuts too
A bag of eight or more as bite size was all the new
But when I went to sit, there was no place to be found
And I was just about to quit in finishing looking around
Over there was one seat, just a man sitting there by himself
So in so wanting to rest my feet I went in kind of stealth
My bags now set down, finally that first sip of hot coffee
Thus removing my frown, saying finally it's now about me
In reaching in that bag for a nice, warm jelly crispy cream
When suddenly dag! in partaking, that other man he did beam
Who was this guy as I pulled my donuts next to my side
And looking from the corner of my eye, "these donuts I'll just hide"
But with a long reach and again that big smile on this strangers face
He took the one filled with peach as for a fight I began to brace
But then he finally stood and just left going about his own way
As I thought man that's good, "for I should at least have a say"
Oh, and there's my flight call, standing up and getting organized
When I thought, OH the gall! as I looked down and suddenly realized
My donuts were sitting on my suitcase and I was eating his donuts
And yet he showed me such grace even as I was acting like a putz
But the one real true moral being sewn throughout this whole story
Is that only one man was seeing the true Grace of all of God's Glory
Based on a story I heard.
Donuts are my favorite food,
They come in many kinds,
I think they are the greatest creation,
Ever made by mankind.
They're made in many flavors,
And some have sprinkles too,
But when choosing your favorite donut,
The decision is up to you.
Donuts are delectable and they're also really tempting,
After having a problem of any sort,
They can really be quite exempting.
As you can see donuts are a real help in life,
They're also the perfect present,
One to give your wife.
As I sit upon my seat
and look at all that I will eat
I thank God it’s over the top;
I made it to the donut shop!
On Fridays I made a new addition;
it has become my new tradition:
I’ll get in my car and get it going
before the roosters start their crowing.
Then down the street I make my way
to get those pastries to start our day.
I’ll share them with the one I love
and give our thanks to God above.
The day starts sweet; it will be great
but not because of what we ate.
It’s great because of what we share
and not because of donuts there!
I stopped suddenly in front of the shop that sold donuts
noticing an irate cop outside was having a moment
yelling and running after a squirrel was quite a sight
as I watched them both run across to the park in broad daylight
Suddenly the squirrel dropped something from his mouth
quickly retrieving the donut scurrying south
with the cop on the squirrels heels in hot pursuit
I wondered if this story would be in tomorrows news
The squirrel scurried with his donut prize up a tree
with the cop climbing up after the critter was a sight to see
the agile cop reached out and caught the squirrels tail
and brought the thieving critter down without fail
After the flustered cop got the donut out of the squirrels teeth
he put the squirrel in a small cage in his patrol cars back seat
saying to the squirrel "you found out crime doesn't pay today
and if you or anyone touches my donuts there's hell to pay!"
When he left I resumed getting my bag of dunkin donuts
quickly running with my goodies noticing some stray mutts.
6/28/18
Donuts are not solely for cops,
While monitoring traffic stops,
Although a cliché
The truth I convey;
They're great too, for kids, moms, and pops!
Me like donuts
Me like ‘em lots
Me like ‘em better
Than singing green robots!
Me like donuts
Me like ‘em with cream filling
Me can eat a hundred of ‘em
Sittin’ on my sofa just
Relaxin’ & chillin’
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You are special like every star God hand created
So, take me back I want seconds to last longer because when I left your lips stayed imprinted on mines
So, I feel you every day in the midst of separation
Longing for you to be there again
I would lay my head down to be with you because I wasn’t next to you
Anything to relive being by your side
You make me want to paint the sky your favorite color, so you always have a good day
I’d pull the moon closer and make the sun cooler if you wanted me to
Her love is soft like a kiss to the check, fair complexion, clouds rubbing against my skin, or warm leather
I need her like the body needs water or oxygen
Because she rejuvenates me into a new morning, my reason for any reason
I think you’re a coffee drinker, so I wonder what your coffee kisses would taste like
She’s so darling and the fact that she is blind to herself is quite alarming
But ok, because if you let me, I can save the day for just another kiss
Because your lips give me life while I’m in hell
Everything about her is like the joy of a new morning
Sunshine for a dying flower and sugar to the plain
Let’s share genuine conversation and get lost in the pain
Because I can be the heart if you’ll share your beat as the rest of the early morning remains
My donuts dipped in coffee, and I promise never to share
p.s. I never really drink coffee, but I’ll taste it every now and then along with my 6am donuts because of you…