Sunday, May 23, 2010


I heard your clarion call from the depths of my computer
And, so crying,
You drew me from my electronic reverie.
I followed the call down the dimly lit
Hallway that led to the kitchen.
The evening was moist,
A long rainy day.

You sat in your box marked
So seductively dressed all in white.
I did my best to resist, i'faith so I did.
But your call was too strong.

"No! Donut! Get thyself behind me, Satan!"
Alas, I was too weak.
All that remained of my crime
Was a trail of powdered sugar
Leading back to my computer

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