I was inspired to write this one when I saw a donut lying in the road.
To all who have tried dieting without smiles
Motoring west toward sunset...
An object in the road
Caught my eye and by and by
It wasn't a stone or toad
But a freshly tossed (someone had lost)
Glazed Donut lying there.
My sympathies heard the pleas
Of a much, much stronger soul
Who had sacrificed... Paid the price..
And tossed that pastry, whole
From their moving car, will power far
Beyond my understanding...
Their diet intact... The strength I lacked
No matter what the landing.
Then I wondered.. Like storms that thundered
Which set my mind to buzzin'
Possibly he was as weak as me
And that was the last of the dozen.