The Donuts

14 Jul

The Donuts
by L. Stewart Marsden

I’ve gathered you to remonstrate
about the mystery of this plate
of donuts I provided for this morning.

There were enough — I counted them
to satisfy this group of ten
and all were to have eaten only one.

So I, as host, held my hand back
so all of you could well attack
the tasty morsels which I did provide.

And when I came to pluck my one
I was sincerely hurt, undone
For none was left, save little tiny crumbs!

So now I must accuse, eschew
and point my finger straight at YOU —
WHO I do know:
YOU Et TWO, Brutus!

All that work for one lousy pun!


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