I had donuts for breakfast, because adult, and it made me think of this childhood song which I imagine you all know:
Oh, I went downtown and I walked around the block and I went right into a pastry shop. I fished me a donut out of the grease and I handed the lady a five cent piece. "Just a minute," she says to me, she says, "this nickle's no good. You see? There's a hole in the middle and it goes right through!"
Sing it with me, now….
Says I, “There’s a hole in the donut, too.”
If you knew my Uncle Elmore, you would add a totally unrelated couplet, but you’re not, so I don’t expect it. It’s all good.
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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: A childhood song.