by Michael Schafer
My mom was working in the garden,
Planting peas and beans and corn.
Food I’ve never liked to eat,
Since the day I was born.
I thought to myself,
What this garden needs,
Is something that’s good to eat,
So I brought out the donut seeds.
Donuts would be fun to grow.
Donuts would be a real treat.
What could be better,
Than a fresh picked donut to eat?
I was planting my donut seeds,
Looking forward to a good crop.
My mom saw what I was doing,
And she hollered, “Stop.”
What I had just planted,
She said never grows.
Those weren’t donut seeds,
I was planting Cheerios.