In a quaint little shop where the doughnuts are sweet,
We found a love, gluten-free, a delectable treat.
At three dollars each, a price not too steep,
But alas, the service did make us weep.
Promises made of arrival so near,
Yet fifteen times, no doughnuts did appear.
Hours late or not at all, the story's the same,
Each time a new chapter, yet the plot never came.
Google's hours, a facade, merely for show,
Our hearts, once enamored, now feel the woe.
Inconsistency reigned, a bitter repeat,
A waiting game played on a desolate street.
Thirty minutes, the last, in hope we did stay,
But you, dear shopkeeper, did lead us astray.
Our doughnut love story, now sadly concludes,
In the realm of desserts, we must seek other foods.
Your doughnuts, like dreams, so fleeting and light,
But your service, a shadow, lost in the night.
A tale of sweetness turned sadly sour,
In the quest for doughnuts, we no longer scour.