Write about a donut hole in a whimsical Dr. Seuss kind of way. Which means the intended audience is a child and it should be wholesome
No donut am I, not today not tomorrow,
It's okay though, it causes no sorrow.
Because I am big, I am strong, just like the sky,
Even without wings, I feel I can fly.

They are the whole, glazed and jelly filled,
every groove and cranny sugared and rilled.
But I am the middle, the roundness inside,
there in my own way, I obey and abide.

Some call me a munchkin, and others a popper,
all I know is I'm a real karate chopper.
I'm smart too, you see, just like a whip,
I can take it I can dish it and do a backflip.

I try not to boast, I try to be humble,
my voice is so low it's barely a mumble.
But I know that even if it's not true,
my passion is strong and my spirit's not blue.

Because my donut brothers, yes they are large,
They are the ones who seem truly in charge.
Yet I am their middle, one of their missing parts,
and without each other, we'd both have broken hearts.