The Desk.

There was a breif part of a song that I started singing at school one day because I was under the influence of a Krispy Kreme-induced stupor. There has been some demand for me to complete this song, but I haven't had the opportunity until now. It's the only commissioned song you'll see me put up here so enjoy it. Here it is, the original Stuporpoem, the long-awaited "Ode to Krispy Kreme"

When I see that Hot-Now sign,
There's no need to make up my mind.
Can't get enough of that doughnut dream,
I'm headin' straight for the Krispy Kreme.

Chorus: I don't want no bagel,
'Less it's covered in Krispy Kreme.
I don't want no sandwich,
'Less it's made with a Krispy Kreme.
I don't want no nothing,
'Cept the sweet taste of Krispy Kreme.

When class is finally over,
I just hop into my Range Rover.
I'm free to go where ever I please;
I'm headin' straight for the Krispy Kreme.

Chorus

If I want a little thrill some days,
I'll go before class to get me Glazed,
Can't even remember where I've been;
I'm straight back to the Krispy Kreme.

Feel free to write some more verses and send 'em in; this can be written by several people, much like we did on Battle Hymn of the Philpublic.