Let us now praise the donut that is glazed
Its existence surely a quantum leap
Pastry evolution crawled at a creep
The shape, the hole, we were not yet amazed
Icing ideas unthought never fazed
Divine inspiration – baker asleep
A sweet syrup dream to taste is to weep
Let us now worship with coffee cups raised
If his final meal had been at the dawn
Communion would find us sipping caffeine
Sunday mornings give us our daily bread
Transfiguration a Krispy Kreme scene
Give me a dozen I rise from the dead
I’ll push this rock up the hill till they’re gone
Throughout November I am writing a poem every day as part of an effort to raise funds for The Center For New Americans. If you like the poems (or even if you don’t) and would like to support this fantastic organization, please follow this link. Thanks.