I stop by the donut
shop drive thru tonight
the aroma of a dozen of fresh donuts
lingering a sweet honey scent pass my nose into the air
filled and decorated into a rectangle box
hot baked and
served right out of the oven
with me hoping to find a grocery
store that stay s open pass the break of dawn
to buy a gallon of milk to get rid of my sugar fit .
* Written By GT , June 5, 2005 12:00 am *
Hey, I just read this...quite interesting it how you speak of the police's favorite refreshment, lol... Anyway, on a more serious note, a few months ago, you critiqued a poem of mine called "Tired". In your critique I noticed that you said a liar had broken your heart...I was sorry to hear that, but I am anxious to know how you are doing now? contact me at supergodPE@hotmail.com and leave your name in the subject...thank you for calling it a Masterpiece by the way. It is also my favorite poem that I have written.
What imagery thoughts and one that I could relate with. Keep those ink flowing.....
Mmm.. Krispy Creme donuts.
I like this poem. :-) It's cute & fun.