Doughnut Sonnet No. 49
By Stephanie Scarborough

Frittering all about the varmits strut;
Seductively they eye my glazed eclair,
Stealthy little fire ants, beware!
You cannot have my doughnut 'cause guess what--
I've got my eye on all your insect butts,
Not that I'm one to check out bugs, but then
I've never really looked. I prefer men.
Um, this is getting awkward-- tell ya what:
I'll leave my doughnut lying on the ground
If you'll say nothing of our rendezvous
And all this talk of checking insects out.
Just take the doughnut to your little mound
And promise that you'll tell no one about
This, and I won't pull the Ortho out on you.