Donuts With My Coffee

One is coated fresh with fame.
One is dumpier with dough.
One has frosting smoothed with shame.
One trades sugar for its soul.

Some are tasty. Others not.
All are gone before too long.
Sipping cappuccino hot,
Foamy calmness, sounds of song.


Linked to dVerse Open Link Night #188.

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

36 thoughts on “Donuts With My Coffee”

    1. I don’t eat many real donuts myself. However, I wrote this while traveling some time ago when I stopped to get a cup of coffee and then seeing the tempting array of donuts for sale, I figured ‘why not?’ Thanks!

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