On Reading the Poem About William Carlos Williams’ Plums.

On Reading the Poem About William Carlos Williams’ Plums

The plums are ripe

And juicy and sit on

The wooden table

In a bowl.  I take a spoon

And dig right in.

Bees buzz unhappily by my kitchen window,

But they can’t get in.

I munch happily on my afternoon

Snack, it is not yet time for dinner,

And I am starving.