Donuts

Donuts

2003 by Bud Lemire

They are so round, with a hole in the middle

Some are large, and some are so little

Some are like tractor wheels, and they are glazed

It depends on what kind, and how they are raised

Some come with powdered sugar, some are just plain

I've tasted chocolate covered ones and multi-grain

I love those with a filling, of custard or cream

Or jelly or jam, and some sure do gleam

Long ago in my youth, I'd dunk them in coffee

But now I'm quite pleased, to have them with tea

Deep fried and mastered, by a very good cook

A chef and a baker, without aide of a book

So many to choose from, and they all look so great

Hard decisions before me, which one will I make

Custard filled is calling, haven't had one in years

I yearn so much for one, my eyes have some tears

Roll me a donut, across the dining room table

I'll try eating a whole one, but only if I'm able

If I can manage, I'll eat what I can

They sure are delicious, fresh out of the pan