Monday, May 8, 2006

Donut of Doom

Oh Bismarck...

perhaps you are the king of donuts

how long have you been hidden from my lips?

with your custardy gooey innards dripping down my goteed chin?

crusty chocolate glaze coats the roof of my mouth

joyously fat, like my enlargening gut

yet...

you are undunkable

and must be eaten too quickly

even with my tongue licking out your sweet opening

lest you ooze worthlessly onto the plate

yes, a smidge less perfect than a glazed old fashioned


sorry

1 comment:

Bambleseve said...

Oh my gosh, I'd forgotten about this one! So dramatic for such a froofroo topic, and appropriately so! You know, I don't think I've had a bismark since that morning at Top Pot. And that's just inexcusable, really.