Last night I found this poem that Gaylor wrote about the infamous Bindery doughnut. It's a great way to remember her wit and talent so I wanted to share:
An Occasional Poem on the 15th Anniversary of a Wondrous Pastry
The Bindery Doughnut is turning fifteen
Let's stop and consider just what that might mean
If we eat more preservatives, sugar, and fat
Will we too have more lives than the average cat?
Are we sure to live longer, each sir and each ma'am?
Will our shelf life surpass that of Jell-O and Spam?
Instead of decaying, will we merely turn brittle?
How can we be like this remarkable vittle?
Oh, how to attain a comparative age?
Is it Bindery air? Is it Thompson or Sage?
Could it be the CDs or the Halloween ghouls
Or the Bride of the Month or all those sports pools?
Whatever its secret, one thing we all see:
Health food is not all it's cracked up to be
Tofu, yogurt, and sprouts? NO!!!! (say it with feeling)
Our faith is in junk food that's hung from the ceiling!
15 November 1995