Me and the donut
(or the donut and I)
I caught it out of the corner of my eye
it was by the coffee pot
in the ‘free goodies’ spot
I coveted it – I cannot lie
I got my coffee
and went back to my work
But the donut kept calling
I felt like a jerk
It was blueberry
and glazed
I was really half crazed
as I noshed a zucchini instead
Late afternoon
I went for more joe
the donut still there
it called soft and low
I went back to my office
had yogurt although
My alimentary orifice
wanted to ‘know’
that blueberry donut
in an intimate way
though now stale, its appeal
still held much sway
I checked on it again
in late afternoon
still untouched, still virgin
I imagined a balloon
where my stomach now is
He is now mine; I am now his
Low Carb Confidential 
I don’t know what you mean you don’t write poetry, this piece is wonderful! Your blog seems very interesting all in all, I’ll have to keep an eye on it for more.. 🙂
I work at a Tim Hortons and the donuts are free during breaks. The TEMPTATION.
If I could only have just one donut, I’d be fine. But one leads to about 4 and then well I don’t want to talk about it.
Great poem, it sang to me.