immortalized in several places, coming from the daily record of a life inspired by a friend in comment where a question was posed for no apparent reason, which was, do hornets like donuts?... she said, do hornets like donuts?... ... and i thought that i thought (again, and again)...
that is so Seuss
a thought in a noose
daring to hang
around
this is not Seuss
with meter too loose
daring to mock
a sound
what is this then
a poem of zen?
about what it's not
to be found
if hornets like donuts
then wasps might resign
to dine with an ant
on a mound