Doughnuts Poems

I didn't make you know how glad I was
To have you come and camp here on our land.
I promised myself to get down some day
And see the way you lived, but I don't know!
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Gooses, geeses
I want my geese to lay gold eggs for easter
At least a hundred a day
And by the way
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That deserted autumn after you died,
I took a walk to the bank
It was warm, but predicting rain
I was becoming wet with perspiration
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Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest.
I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye.
Yes, it's all over.
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In
my car
parked.
seven
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Mr Brain was a hermit dwarf who liked to eat shellfish off
the moon. He liked to go into a tree then because there is a
little height to see a little further, which may reveal now the
stone, a pebble--it is a twig, it is nothing under the moon that
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Now Mr. Boomer Johnson was a gettin' old in spots,
But you don't expect a bad man to go wrastlin' pans and pots;
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I don't like cabbages,
despise lumpy mattresses
and men that wield control with glee,
or cats that purloin my favourite seat,
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With a Methodist hymn in his musical throat,
The Sun was emitting his ultimate note;
His quivering larynx enwrinkled the sea
Like an Ichthyosaurian blowing his tea;
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Who put the jam in the doughnut?
Who made the sugar so sweet?
Who sent me down to the bakers?
Who wrapped them up very neat?
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What’s this? A dish for fat lips.
Who says? A nameless stranger.
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Sometimes,
Everything seems to go wrong
Everything seems so depressing
It can go on for quite long,
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golden fried doughnuts
ice cream made of new snowfall
backyard starlit woods
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impish fairies
bait the child
with handfuls
of red berries
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I ordered an 'everything' pizza
which probably was a mistake.
For it came with a bag full of doughnuts;
it came with a shovel and rake.
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He was not especially handsome, he was not especially smart,
A great big lumbering fellow with a soft and tender heart.
His eyes were gray and honest, his smile a friendly one,
He wore his parson's suit of black on days of state alone;
At other times he went around in clothes the worse of wear,
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(a.k.a. Cooking Lessons Using 4 DNA Letters Recipe)


(Genesis 1: 11,21,24,25,26,27
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daddy, daddy,
I can’t go to school
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Walking the beat was a cop,
Who loved the corner doughnut shop.
But he loved twinkies too,
So his waistline grew and grew,
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It is late morning and I arrive at the beach,
Which is alive with so many sights, sounds and smells.
The sound of the rhythmic waves can be heard,
As can the sound of children's excited whoops and yells.
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A farmer from Farmington sowed
His hectares with freckle of toad.
When asked what would sprout
He hadn't a doubt
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golden fried doughnuts
ice cream made of new snowfall
backyard starlit woods
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(after Hein Viljoen)

Out of the Bible psalm 91 is read,
we pray and eat milk-tart without fear.
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She stood in the queue at the bakery shop,
A large brown loaf in her hand,
Eyeing the lovely array of cakes,
Displayed on the large glass stand.
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That deserted autumn after you died,
I took a walk to the bank
It was warm, but predicting rain
I was becoming wet with perspiration
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Stanza on two places
the moon down beats a beat
on her shiny skinless drum
she beats a tune with without a beat
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impish fairies
bait the child
with handfuls
of red berries
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Pleasant pondering never be realized,
the pie in the sky for now satisfied.
The biggest slice in need of pursuit,
the cherry on top as attitude.
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Do not gulp up this sad air do not
Dip your head into joy do not
Engulf sound's bubble do not
Recall the bird-black future do not
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A drive in the country on this crisp sunny sparkling day
Snow laying on the vast expanse of fields beginning to melt
Leaving patches of bare faded brown stalks of a harvest long gone
Countrified roads and lanes that were recently awash with a frosty icing
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