February 26

6 Pack


Opted to take home a six pack

My will power shut down

When I spied them

Then I tried them

For these they are renown


Better than any from my town

Lovingly deep-fried them

Each made from scratch

Batch after batch

Some with fruit inside them.


The icing identified them

I know there’s no match

Cooling on a rack

Worth a greenback

I’ll put them down the hatch.


My buckle I’ll have to detach

Oh please cut me some slack

Not a let down

I smile don’t frown

and know I will be back.


(A Roundabout Poem)