An Ode to My Sweet Baby Donuts
O precious Baby Donuts, round and fair,
No royal feast with you could e’er compare.
Your sugary smiles, your cinnamon grace,
Could make the sun blush and hide its face.
You tumble so softly into my hands,
The finest treasures in all the lands.
Each tiny bite, so warm, so bright,
Turns gloomy mornings into delight.
You tickle my tummy with sugary cheer,
Whispering, “We’re so happy you’re here.”
Then yum-yum in my tum-tum you gently reside,
Like little doughy angels all snuggled inside.
How could I not fall hopelessly in love?
You must have drifted from bakeries above.
If pastries could answer, and destiny knew,
I’d spend every breakfast beside all of you.
Forget diamonds, castles, or riches untold;
Your glaze is more precious than mountains of gold.
I’d kneel with a napkin instead of a ring,
And ask, “Sweet Baby Donuts, will you share everything?”
We’ll dance through the bakeries, hand-in-hand—
Well… hand-in-donut, as destiny planned.
Our children? Tiny donut holes, happy and sweet,
With powdered sugar for little baby feet.
So here’s my confession, sincere and true:
My heart has been frosted because of you.
Forever and always, through thick and through thin,
You’ll be yum-yum in my tum-tum, again and again.
Oh, Baby Donuts, my one true delight,
My breakfast, my dessert, my day and my night.
Should anyone ask what my life’s all about—
It’s loving you, Baby Donuts… without a doubt.
