Two Cinnamon doughnuts for breakfast
Two Cinnamon doughnuts for eight pm snack
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By Eve Roper 11/26/2014
Categories:
doughnuts, health, husband,
Form: Free verse
I love my doughnuts
Yes, they make my belly grow
But they are so good
10/28/2014
Categories:
doughnuts, fun,
Form: Haiku
Doughnuts are like evil souls
Something’s gone from the middle
A mystery where it went
Emptiness within
Russell Sivey
Categories:
doughnuts, life,
Form: Dodoitsu
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.
Categories:
doughnuts, childhood, family, life
Form: Free verse
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
Categories:
doughnuts, funny, parody, social, song-me,
Form: Ballad
(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.
Categories:
doughnuts, food, funny, loss,
Form: I do not know?