Posted in Simply Poetry

“Donuts.
Is there anything they can’t do?”
– Matt Groening

Naturally made Doughnut

Mouth agape
For this round shape
But I won’t break
For its glorious taste

It wasn’t made out of paste
Not with sugar laced
As its round shape I traced
I knew, I would it embrace

Feeling spaced
My nemesis I faced
All inhibitions erased
And soon, I was in need, of toothpaste