Barron of Blog Wife, Kids, and the Pursuit of Happiness

13Dec/101

Donuts

Every so often I bring donuts into the office. Usually I try to send out some sort of witty (or not) message indicating that donuts are available. One morning I was particularly proud of my message, and figured I would share:

The Donut
imagine sung by Bette Midler

Some say donuts, they are a river
that drowns the tender tongue.

Some say donuts, they are a wonder
that fills your mouth with fun.

Some say donuts, they feed a hunger,
an endless aching need.

I say donuts, they're made with flour,
and you they are to feed.

It's the yeast afraid of rising
that never learns to bake.

It's the cream afraid of filling
that never takes the cake.

It's the dough we won't be bakin',
whom cannot form it's hole,
and the powder afraid of dusting
that never leaves the bowl.

When the morn' has been too lonely
and the road has been too long,
and you think donuts are only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the morning
deep within the cubicles
lies the box that with the donuts
in your mouth, becomes so good.

Others I have done include (click link to expand):

+ Have Yourself a Merry Little Donut

+ The Donut not Taken

Filed under: food, work Leave a comment
  • Chiku moonie

    This is the best poem i have ever read and i usually hate poetry but this is awesome