Hey little donut, without a hole,Those who don’t love you, they have no soul.
Your apple inside and sticky exterior
Makes you tasty, makes you superior
Your name however puts me in a titter
It sounds obscene that word fritter
Your shape is strange, a kind of square
You don’t seem that popular but I don’t care
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2 comments:
Stop writing about donuts you're making me hungry.
Another great donut poem, keep up the good work.
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