"You are old, Mr. Williams," the young man decreed,
"And you scarcely can wriggle your thumbs,
And yet you write notes like confessional screeds
About empty iceboxes and #plums!"
"In my youth," said the poet, "I wouldn't have dared
To be halfway so hungry and bold,
But once they were spotted, they couldn't be spared:
Delicious, so sweet and so cold!"
@2ndLevelBard @ULTRAGOTHA @tania
At a slight tangent but maintaining the theme:
I once met a traveller in an antique land,
Who said: two cold and icy plums with stones,
Sat in the icebox:
Then sat in my hand,
Then sunk into my visage, then I frowned,
My fruit-stained lip, I licked, to understand
That to the icebox lid my passions led,
In which I dived, reached for those lifeless things,
My hand that grasped them and my maw that fed;
And in my consciousness these words appear:
"I'm saving those for breakfast," your voice rings,
I look at the icebox, and rightly, I despair.
Nothing else remains: around the decay,
Of that emptied box of ice, barren and bare,
The level kitchen floor stretched far away."
@2ndLevelBard @ULTRAGOTHA @tania
In the kitchen did my good host
An icebox plum-home decree:
There for breakfast the sacred fruit was tossed
Though, forgive me, eaten up, so sweet
Cold as a sunless sea.
@SpeakerToManagers @2ndLevelBard @ULTRAGOTHA
I shivered lonely as a plum
That waits on ice, to break a fast
When all at once I saw a thumb,
My host, a decision ‘twas cast
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Eaten, sweet and delicious, without a please
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