the donut

The donut

I was seven/eight years old

it was such a treat

we were visiting a market

it was filled whole streets

This was never allowed just me and dad

not unless id done something really really bad

but this time was fun

we looked at things

and tasted the food

little did i know

he was getting me in the mood

i tugged his sleeve and said

please please dad

donuts

he looked at me and said soon

first i have to take you

to a special room

remember the donuts smell

remember it well

you will rewarded

with as many as they can sell

he took me to a man

he didnt say a name

but i guess so used to it

they all sounded the same

my dad parted me with a kiss on the cheek

he reminded me what i was supposed to do

and i watched him depart

i felt like a monkey in a zoo

hours later my job was done

i walked slightly bow legged

i felt like scum

we stood at the donut van

he ruffled my hair and he said

hey my good man my daughter over there

well she sure is tired

and need a cheery up

how about you cook her twelve

and add one in for good luck

I chomped on those donuts

i relished them all

i had done

what was asked

and i swallowed and all

Hand me rounds (with Josies help)