Dunkin Poems - Poems about Dunkin

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...

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She said she could not condone it Nor could she even postpone it So come what may It makes her day To feast upon an hot doughnut!...

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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...

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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...

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Dunkin Donuts Major League Baseball what are you running one?...

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