Bad Poetry Corner: Older Donuts

Donut Man, you are my friend
I’ll stand by you until the end
Count the ways I love you: Dozens!
Way more than your bagel-y cousins
The doughiness of your allure
Glazes and fillings sweet and pure (sugar)
I’ve had this box a couple days
We’re aging now
In many ways
The heat is melting off your glaze
I keep you young with microwaves
Slightly moldy
Mildly crusty
We mustn’t waste
I’ll eat them
Trust me
Your expiration date has long since passed
But I will eat you
To the last