Doughnut Sonnet No. 45

I stand before the snack machine in awe While contemplating somberly between A sleeve of powdered doughnuts and a bear claw, Noting all the while how strangely clean The window is.  So clean, in fact, I see Some greenish sprinkles in the doughnut sleeve. And then I move my eyes reluctantly Down to the frosted bear claw.  I believe There’s something greenish on the bear claw, too, And when the vendor enters, box in tow, I ask why everything’s a greenish hue As he bends down to stock the cruller row. “We’re using overstock from last year,” he Said as I took a bite from my green pastry.