A Poem by Emily
A donut is a cookie with a bellybutton.
Which is cool because bellybuttons are cute.
But if a donut had legs I would not eat it.
That would be just a little too weird.
If it had arms I would leave at the bakery.
If it had eyeballs I would run screaming.
If it talked to me . . .
I would call my dad because I am not supposed to talk to strange donuts.