Morning
Needing ambition
Starting day’s engines
Fueled for another shift
Coffee
Dreaming
Sweet treats
Glazed or sugared
Some filled with sweetness
Doughnuts
Music
Artists singing
Streaming endless tunes
Thoughts lost in melody
Peace
This series of poems (written in the German-inspired style of Elfchen or Elevenie) shares a total of eleven words in each poem, with a sequence by line of one, two, three, four, and one words.
Grandpa snuck away from Grandma one morning. She was busy with her quilting, and he felt an urge to satisfy his sweet tooth.
Just down the street, a little doughnut shop waited with the hottest coffee and the most treasured, sweet creations ever made. Without Grandma nearby to fuss at him, he could enjoy coffee, doughnuts, and some conversation with whomever dropped by the shop.
He orders the usual: coffee with his two favorite doughnuts. Boston-cream and maple-covered long john, each looks mouth-watering and delicious.
Behind him, the shop’s door opens, and two little children bust in with giggles and way too much energy.
“Grandpa, Grandpa!” His grandchildren, Ben and Lydia, just happen to discover where Grandpa is hiding out.
A moment later, Grandpa is enjoying coffee, spending time with two very special children, and sharing his doughnuts.
There will be another time for enjoying doughnuts, but loving Lydia and Ben . . . Precious!
This short story was originally published in May, 2019. Two of my youngest grandchildren are really Ben and Lydia (now 3 and 2 years old, respectively). I look forward to spoiling them with a sweet treat.
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!
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?
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’
Photo by eberhard grossgasteiger on Pexels.com
Grandpa snuck away from Grandma one morning. She was busy with her quilting, and he felt an urge to satisfy his sweet tooth.
Just down the street, a little doughnut shop waited with the hottest coffee and the most treasured, sweet creations ever made. Without Grandma nearby to fuss at him, he could enjoy coffee, doughnuts, and some conversation with whomever dropped by the shop.
He orders the usual: coffee with his two favorite doughnuts. Boston-cream and maple-covered long john, each looks mouth-watering and delicious.
Behind him, the shop’s door opens, and two little children bust in with giggles and way too much energy.
“Grandpa, Grandpa!” His grandchildren, Ben and Lydia, just happen to discover where Grandpa is hiding out.
A moment later, Grandpa is enjoying coffee, spending time with two very special children, and sharing his doughnuts.
There will be another time for enjoying doughnuts, but loving Lydia and Ben . . . Precious!
Enjoy something sweet on Big Sky Buckeye and hopefully share a laugh with me! Due to his crusade against sugar (and successfully keeping his blood sugar under control), he cannot even remember the last time that such a treat touched his lips.
Photo by Lisa Fotios on Pexels.com
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?
Here’s a final footnote:
In the classic film of “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’
In case you missed some past sweet posts, here are some links to take you back for more. Enjoy!
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