Walking the beat was a cop,
Who loved the corner doughnut shop.
But he loved twinkies too,
So his waistline grew and grew,
O come buy doughnuts
doughnuts for sale
You walked Fay
to your new school
off Tower Bridge Road
one Saturday morn
smiling ladies lining in front me
staring at sweetness of doughnuts
early morning softing ray from sun
painting that favorite color logo
LAST night I single handed fought a gang of murderers that came
To get my money or my life, and very nearly did the same;
I struggled with them on a cliff, and over it I toppled two,
I hit another one a biff that dazed him, but I wasn't through,
(This is a fictional poem)
He ate all twelve doughnuts and I got none.
He said he did it because doing me dirty was lots of fun.