My Dough-nut (Dedicated to MontrealPoet)

Thanks again Montreal. Appreciated your kind gesture. This is dedicated (as promised) to you. My Dough-nut Would you bless my skinny cotton socks A dough-nut but all its cream’s came out Not tampered with, twas still in box Some saboteur or roguish lout These factories, well they should do checks What if they’ve hired a bunch of fools Could be on drugs or nervous wrecks Or have some mission, breaking rules I’ll write complaints till the problem’s solved They can hire a group, a proper force A team who’ve actually evolved Not imbeciles, ape-like and coarse Oh wait a sec, what’s that I’ve found The cream, oh shit, it’s on the ground