Best Doughnuts Poems
Two Cinnamon doughnuts for breakfast
Two Cinnamon doughnuts for eight pm snack
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By Eve Roper 11/26/2014
I love my doughnuts
Yes, they make my belly grow
But they are so good
10/28/2014
In total darkness flesh rests
and at first light rises.
Sky blue eyes search
bibles and cookbooks for direction.
Bless cheeks with pink powder blush.
Punch dough down.
Dress fingers in white flour dust.
Invoke a flame.
She commands all the elements,
motions us to stand and watch
at her tall stove-pot.
We peer over the edge
into galaxies of hot oil.
Planets pop and bob into life.
Aroma undoes us and
time floats hellishly slow.
Love is not the answer to every issue out there
There are choices brunettes, blondes or curly hair
So we pile in my car to go check them out
They look at us laugh and shout
I'ts so obvious what's so funny, this really shows it
Cruisin' with my homies on four doughnuts
Three homies and I are burning some gas
I am stressed, I just ran over some glass
The tires stay firm, do not go flat
You can't explain something like that
Big Bertha asks for a ride, but with her weight, the car just won't hold it
She will not be cruisin' with me and the homies on four doughnuts
Stop at the store to get some brews
Out of Colt 45 so the Bulls will have to do
We catch a nice buzz, good enough to make me smile
Fuel will be a concern in a few more miles
After the beer, we combine our pocket change
I payed for the beer and the gas, isn't that strange
Girls can now be our main focus
My tires are from a Ford, Chevy, Dodge and a Lotus
It's always an adventure with me and the homies cruisin' on four doughnuts
I'm a pro-cyclist, and I despise people with flab
So it hurts that my folks don't walk, they'd rather take a cab.
I describe my races at the dinner table, but all they do
Is nod politely and say, "pass the stew"!
I took my nephew Chad cycling, such a pain:
As soon as we hit Salton hill, he began to complain
He asked why I couldn't leave him alone before his PC
Playing video games with his friend Tim McGee
He hadn't finished dungeons, a dragon he didn't yet slay,
How could some dumb trees compete with a world where heroes play?”
I said to my dubious nephew, "you got to get the blood to flow.
"You’ll find in sweat and aching limbs a truth that few will know,
Fresh air and nature beat any pixel combination
Look around you, take a breath, you'll feel a true elation.
We passed decomposing roadkill, Chad grimaced at the stink
But then a dark car passed, I gave the driver a wink
It was Chad's friend's dad, we had made a conspiracy
Chad would have a surprise; we'd meet Tim McGee.
Chad was about to quit but then his cell phone played Maroon Five.
He pulled it out, it was his friend, I hoped this trip could revive
Tim said he was waiting at Dunkin Doughnuts on Salton Hill crest
Chad brightened up, hit the pedals, sailed up the steep road west.
Chad outrode the wind, like a lion on the chase.
I couldn't keep up with him, how could I save face?
I was humiliated, in my mind I was the pro
I guess hard truths in life make a man grow.
We got to Dunkin Doughnuts, with a view way up high
I was wheezing and straining, and I wanted to cry
There was Tim and Chad sharing Cinnamon Sugar Surprise
Chad was just getting started; he wanted a burger and fries.
I had spent years eating arugula and sprouts
Organic fruit, and probiotics, and all those intense workouts
But I was beaten by Chad, who spends life before a screen
I've hung up my bike, life isn't just tough, it's also downright mean.
Doughnuts are like evil souls
Something’s gone from the middle
A mystery where it went
Emptiness within
Russell Sivey
(This is a fictional poem)
He ate all twelve doughnuts and I got none.
He said he did it because doing me dirty was lots of fun.
He was sorry when I started punching him in the face.
I had to put this jerk in his place.
The things he did were beyond belief.
He won't eat my doughnuts again because he has no teeth.