The doughnuts have gone missing.
The thief must be around.
The bakery doors are closed.
No others are to be found.
I dare not laugh
For fear the white dust
Around my mouth
Tells more of the tale
Than I would like.
The doughnuts have gone missing.
The thief must be around.
The bakery doors are closed.
No others are to be found.
I dare not laugh
For fear the white dust
Around my mouth
Tells more of the tale
Than I would like.
Saturn's Premier Poet 