Sitting on a plate.
Round, and glazed, and shiny,
to appease my hunger faint.
But a moment's pause acknowledged
my new diet it would taint.
Telling myself no, no, to
the gooey glazey sweet,
I went back to my office
and forgot about the treat.
Minutes passed and up again
I went about my daily work
And suddenly a second donutbegan beckoning with a smirk.
But this time it was chocolate--
cakey frosted brown--
My resolve was lost, my will
was gone, I was going down.
I took one bite, two and more,
until the deed was done.
And then I looked around and sighed,
for the donut indeed had won.
The moral of the story is
that life is full of woe,
And instead of eating all the donut,
I should just focus on the hole.
--JH
4 comments:
You get paid to write poetry at your job? Awesome! Next time I see a donut I will definitely take your advice.
That is awesome! Now I want a donut...
Now I want Krispy Kreme.
Beautiful and tragic. Tonight I craved donuts, drove to Costco with the nubbins to buy a box of those delicious Dunford Chocolate Cake donuts. They were all gone. As we walked defeated from the store I passed a lady eating pizza with one of the last glorious boxes of donuts sitting on top of groceries in her cart. Tragic and beautiful. Lovely poem.
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