Donny sure loved donuts.
In fact, that’s all he’d eat.
He would not eat his veggies.
He would not eat his meat!
He would not eat an apple.
He would not eat a pear.
He would not eat a pickle,
not even on a dare.
No, all he’d eat was donuts,
chocolate stuffed with cream,
or butterscotch with sprinkles,
or one he called “The Dream”!
You’d think this boy would suffer
from eating all that fat,
from eating all that sugar
and nothing more than that.
But Donny was protected
and would not need a nurse
because that donut-eating boy
just lives inside this verse!
The Lonely Meatball 
And here I was, worried about the little darlin’.
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You’re a softie, Herb.
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I’m sure there’s plenty of real Donnys about!
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There might be, but chances are they won’t be around for too long. 😊
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I’ve always said that if I am diagnosed with terminal something and will die soon, then I am going to switch to eating only dessert… dark chocolate … and apple pie… and carrot cake… and banana bread…
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I can relate. What would be really awful is if you were feeling so unwell you didn’t feel like eating.
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