Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Ode to a Donut, Opus #1 (opus incertum)

And lo.

My gaze hath settled upon yonder donut.
It is aglow with frosting and sprinkles.

I approach with care and wonderment.
A touch, perchance a taste?

It yields to my touch and delivers pure
bliss to my tongue and joy to my senses.

Buttery, sugary goodness aplenty.
Oh donut, you have no equal, except...

You should have an accompaniment.

Milk or coffee? So cruel a decision!
My splendor interrupted, I away.


  1. Beautiful.

    *wipes away a single tear*

  2. That is the most beautiful thing I have ever read. EVER.