I'm sure I'm not the first to say
I'm gonna eat a donut, on donut day.
My heart would surely be acosted,
If my lips weren't wrapped around a strawberry frosted.
And I can hear the voice of my belly,
"Grab that donut, I want a jelly!"
I never cease to be amazed,
By the savory joy of a simple glazed.
And of course, half of each day's rations,
Consist of at least half a dozen old-fashioned's.
Or a local staple on the culinary scene,
I'm speaking of course of a Boston Creme.
We all have our favorites like my cousin Mary,
She's awfully fond of a glazed blueberry.
For something with a center that's only a hole,
A donut surprisingly makes us whole.
It makes us un-hungry. We smile and grin,
As if we shared the secret of a secret sin.
You wanna buy one? I'm getting a bunch,
Today its donuts for breakfast and lunch.
When I eat I do it my way,
So it's nothing but donuts on this donut day.