The Magic Doughnuts

In a land of whimsy and glee,

Where laughter's the currency, you see,

Lived a baker, rotund and round,

Whose doughnuts could never be found.

 

As he kneaded and mixed with flair,

A pinch too much of spellbound air,

They grew and grew, enormous in size,

Bouncing away, oh what a surprise!

 

Children giggled, pointing with glee,

As doughnuts leaped from bush to tree.

The baker chased, the baker sighed,

"Doughnuts, oh doughnuts, come back, don't hide!"

 

But the doughnuts were sly, playful and spry,

They eluded his grasp, soaring high in the sky.

One landed atop the mayor's hat,

It spun around, then comically sat.

 

The mayor, cross and doughnut-crowned,

Twirled in circles, lost and dumbfound.

At last, the baker devised a plan,

To tame the doughnuts, if he can.

 

With a net in hand and a twinkle in his eye,

He leaped and caught them, oh my, oh my!

The doughnuts were home, their adventure complete,

They settled down, for a sugary treat.

 

The townspeople cheered, the baker stood tall,

His magical doughnuts, to be enjoyed by all.