THE DONUT written by Serena Adkins Ellison on Saturday, December 4, 2010 at 12:34am ·
The Donut
How long I stood there
I do not know.
My eyes bulge out
and my anticipation grows
Yet I can not choose
the one to fill the last spot
my eyes dart back and forth
as the lady looks at the clock
I finally tell her
to give me the one to the right
she sighs with relief
with her lips pressed tight
I grab my box
and head for the door
like a drug addict
I can’t wait for my score
In the car
the kids are waiting for me
everyone gets quite
and stretches to see
“What kind did you get”
they squeal with delight
I smile like it’s Christmas
as we take our first bite
©Written By: Serena Ellison
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