"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!"