Sunday, 30 November 2014
New Poem: Doughnut
I was having something to eat with a friend of mine.
He took a doughnut out of his bag and started to
eat it. I wanted to know how many people in the world
were biting a doughnut. They would have to be real
doughnuts not doughnut-like things, like you get in
France and Germany. I thought two and a half
million. My friend said maybe ten million, bearing in
mind it was daytime in the USA. I used to like
doughnuts. I haven’t eaten one for twenty years.
My friend ate his doughnut, scrumpled up the paper
bag and asked me if I had a tissue to wipe his mouth.
I said, ‘I always have a tissue somewhere on me but I
haven’t used a tissue for wiping my mouth after eating
a doughnut for more than twenty years.’
He said, ‘Really?’