Monday Memories: A Hole in the Middle

This sweet poem was originally published in April, 2019, and it remains one of Big Sky Buckeye’s most viewed and liked posts.  While I now refrain from enjoying doughnuts (because I need to watch my sugars and carbs), there was a day when I could never turn down a delicious treat.  Enjoy!

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Simple, yet decadent pleasures they are

Being quite easy to locate from your car

 

Driving down the road each day

Now you wonder what it is, I say

 

The coffee’s on and ready to go

Include a doughnut for the road

 

Missing doughnuts for so many weeks

Passing them up is never for the meek

 

Call them “donuts”, many Americans say

For me, I prefer “doughnuts” to this day

 

My doctor instructs me, “No sugar for you!”

Now my doughnut days are sadly through

 

However, doughnut temptation sings a song

If I reach for one, there is a deafening gong!

 

Sorry mister, there will never be doughnuts for you

So I continue down the road, singin’ the sad blues

 

Who made the doughnut hole in the middle?

Now that has always been quite the riddle

 

Waking up in the middle of a lonesome night

Dreaming of doughnuts makes a sugary sight

 

While some folks are addicted to Krispy Kreme

My doughnut tastes envision a different theme

 

Boston Cream, Long John, and Jelly

All sound delicious to my hungry belly

 

Old-fashioned, Sour Cream, and Glazed

Why can’t I enjoy a simple one today?

 

Now in my car and hungrily driving at midnight

The Jolly Pirate Donut shop stays open all night

 

I pull into the empty parking lot with sad surprise

The sign reads, “Closed tonight”— alas no prize!

 

This poem could continue on and on and on for sure

Does anyone have a doughnut to share with this sir?

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Here’s a final footnote:

In the classic film “It Happened One Night”

Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert are a fright

Gable, the newspaper man, enlightens

Colbert, the heiress, never frightens

As they travel the back roads and stop

For a cup of hot coffee at a tiny shop

. . . with doughnuts for dunkin’

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