I get an odd look
From the parked car on the right.
I keep on stuffing, though,
Savoring it, my sprinkly delight.
I’m ohhing and ahhing in the driver’s seat,
I’m loving every minute.
Guilt? What guilt?
My belly, it wants in it.
It hit out of the blue,
The wave, it was so pure.
Thinking about it makes me smile,
This I know for sure.
But there’s a mystery, you see
A question in my heart.
I mean, how did that grocery store donut
Even get in my cart?
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True story.
The sprinkles were delicious.
The end.
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