Fruitless

A poem in response to "This is just to say" by William Carlos Williams...

 
I'm sorry I stole your precious plums
That you found the ice box bare
I haven't bothered to replace them
And there's not one left to spare
 
I've eaten the apples
The bananas, the grapes
The pears, the peaches too
The oranges and kiwis are consumed
There's simply nothing left for you
 
The pineapple was tasty
The cherries were ripe
The nectarines a joy to behold
The melon and lemon a pleasure, I say
And the apricots delicious and gold
 
Every healthy morsel is gone
I'm full and feeling fine
So the only option for you, my dear
Is to eat t' chocolate and call me a swine 

 

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David Lindsay

Sat 12th Mar 2016 17:39

:)
Thanks. What would life be, without fruit, chickens and whimsy?!

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Harry O'Neill

Thu 10th Mar 2016 14:51

Sorry to contradict David but those plums were greedily gobbled up by wet chickens (last seen pushing a red wheelbarrow) :)

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