Krispy Kreme Jam

Evelyn from Filling a Hole is the jam maker this week & has asked us to write a funny poem. I have other poems that I think are actually funnier, but this memory makes me laugh every time I think about it, & I’ve never written a poem about it. I decided it was high time I did. It might be one of those “you had to be there” things, but I don’t care. Ha! If you want to read other, probably funnier, poems, go here.

Krispy Kreme Doughnuts

It’s midnight and I’m

sitting in the back seat

holding on for dear life.

“Hey Mom – I’m not too

sure this is a good idea!”

But Lucy & Ethel just

laugh maniacally as we

career through those

dark Charlotte streets

making illegal U-turns

in our quest for the coda

of our concert experience.

I’ll take a half dozen

chocolate covered

kreme filled please

and eat them all by myself

in that back seat cocoon,

ignoring the further

traffic law defying

antics of Lucy and Ethel.

I’m humming Islands in the Stream

and wondering if that cute

lead singer for Sawyer Brown

is really as short as he looks.

Sue and Mom

[Note: My mom & her best friend were absolutely hilarious to hang out with – they truly were Lucy & Ethel to me. I used to go to concerts & shopping with them in Charlotte NC, about an hour from our home. Each trip was a total blast, and always ended with swinging by the doughnut shop on the way home. The fact that you couldn’t really get there without making several illegal u-turns was no impediment to my mother.]