THAT GOOD-LOOKING MR DONUT
By Zoe G
“Pick me pick me pick me”,
I muttered to myself
As I sit alone on that dusty old shelf;
A donut so sad I started to cry.
When a young lass walked by,
Wanting a treat as round as me
She stares at me like I am so handsomely sweet.
She took me home as I yelled “Yes!”
Then her dog barked and she said
“go away little pest!”
I went towards her mouth,
I yelled, “NO, NO, NO!”
But I was gone in a flash.
I can see myself on that shelf.
Why did I leave? I had so much more in me.
That good-looking donut who regretted everything!