Donuts, in all their circular perfection, are what we all really want when we wake up in the morning. Sure, we can fool ourselves into thinking that a green smoothie is just as good, but we all know in our heart of hearts that the equation for a perfect breakfast must include at least one of these light, pillowy-soft treats. No feeling can compare to licking the glaze off your fingers after just finishing a donut and sitting back to finish your cup of coffee. In honor of our beloved donuts — which are often tragically ignored in Berkeley, where there is a serious lack of donut-eries — we at the Clog have composed an ode to honor them and, hopefully, to call on the community to bring more donuts to our town.
“An Ode to Donuts”
Oh, Aurora, how I dined this dawn!
A most curious treat I did meet,
Which left my memory impregnated upon,
With remembrances of softness and a glaze so sweet.
A finer delight ne’er met my eye
As the glare of neon from Krispy Kreme’s sign.
Detained in line, I watched my future meal fry.
Smacking my lips, I chose those that were most divine.
A pimply dreg questioned my acquisition.
A dozen is not only for many.
Oh, cashier, such a brainless intuition.
No fellow coworkers will be getting any.
The solitary cure for my despondency,
A jelly filling oh so sweet,
A worthwhile trek in the Honda Odyssey.
Oh, donut, thy breakfast brethren cannot compete.
My hands glow with glaze and grease.
Now I am at once at peace.