If I eat one of them, all I’ve got is one hole,
so I never know what to do with one of them, you know?
If I have two, it will make me feel quite queer,
so maybe I’ll have half of one, but a half of one is half a whole
and that will leave me unclear,
I don’t get why we called them doughnuts when nuts & dough
don’t even have a hole, so
I promise you, I’m off of them because often when
I eat one of them I’m only left with the hole.
Inspired by Kevin O’Conner who’s written some clever doughnut poems. Thanks for the fun on an otherwise boring Monday, Kevin. ~ Rayn Roberts