Donut Poems 1–3
DONUT POEM #1
After dinner
when I get home
in the car
when we are going to Grandma’s
I like to eat orange donuts
They are lemony, sour, crumbly, crusty, good.
DONUT POEM #2
In the village of Zim Zim Zamara,
there is a castle
where the king and queen serve donuts
for National Candy Day.
The queen wears rings of donuts.
The king wears a crown of chocolate.
Even though the painted castle is made of bricks,
the floor is made of dirt.
Rosabelle and Kayla pour me
a glass of hot brown drink with whipped cream.
DONUT POEM #3
This poem takes me home
where I have a sandbox filled with sunflower seeds
Grandpa is on the porch drinking
pink coffee out of pail
And he is playing drums which are made of ladders and buckets
Lily, Mary Paige, Lila, Ruby, Myles, Jalen
K-1 Students
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