Donut Tragedy Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

A donut is perfectly designed
With an open hole in the middle
Bite to the center if are inclined
Or put it on a hook as you fiddle

Fried dough is very uncomplaining
It’ll wait until your song is done
Unless it suddenly starts raining
Then quickly stop, grab, and run

Oops… it dropped and began to roll
Seeking shelter near the bandstand
Scattered crumbs don’t console
A tragic ending is tough to understand

7/25/09