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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

Have Yourself a Merry Little Donut

imagine sung by Frank Sinatra

Have yourself a merry little Donut,
Let your mouth be full
From now on,
Our breakfast won't be in a bowl.

Have yourself a merry little Donut,
Make it jelly-filled,
From now on,
Our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are in the morning haze,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful treats who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Donut now.

+ The Donut not Taken

The Donut Not Taken

poem by Robert Frosting

Two donuts appeared in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not eat both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked at one as far as I could
To where it laid in the sugar coat;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better filling,
Because it was doughy and wanted teeth;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In powder no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two donuts appeared in a wood, and I—
I took the one less eaten on,
And that has made all the difference.