In the midnight blue pre-dawn, down Route 31
You will find Pittsford Wegmans, selling pumpkins (1 ton)
Head left, towards the bakery, the auto doors swish
You are wise; you’ll soon have your pas-ter-y wish
There’s a lady o’er near a gigantic machine
Her name’s Bertha, or Brandy, or maybe Maureen
The Donut Robot Mark V is a beastly device
It spits donuts out, neither once, twice, nor thrice
No, indeed, it must feed our community whole
But to eat Krinkle Donuts, you must pay the toll
There is rum glaze, and maple, and regular, too
And cinnamon-sugar, muy delicious beaucoup
The rum was too rummy; the taste shoots up your nose
But the other three’re great! You’ll be glad that you chose
The goop gets on your fingers, you’ll love it, oh gee!
Who wants krinkle donuts? Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!
Bye now friend, we hope that you were captivated,
We leave you with pics: some gifs animated.
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Don’t Miss: High octane coffee across the aisle. Also, stick around to watch the Mark V donut robot do its work.
Pro Tip: They sell out sometimes! There were food bloggers aplenty who tried to get Krinkles in the afternoon, but alas, were thwarted by the Malthusian subsistence KrinkleKrisis.
Pro Pro Tip: Get your donuts before you buy the coffee, lest you wait in line to pay twice.
