I've adored this poem for decades.  It's simplicity feels clean and tactile.
It turns commonplace fruit into a delicious dalliance.
My version speaks to what's commonplace in my life, too.


Original Version by William Carlos Williams

This Is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

My Version by Vik

Dear Tori,

This is just to say

I have thrown out
the dog shit
that was sitting on
the wall

and which
you had probably
forgotten
was there

Your welcome
It was disgusting
so hard
and so cold