I'm looking for a satirical poem which expresses the composers regret at eating the peaches from the fridge which were being saved for lunch.
The only bit I can recall clearly is the description of the peaches: so cold and so sweet. Despite the apology the composer clearly has no regret about eating them.
William Carlos Williams must have liked plums.
To A Poor Old Woman
munching a plum on
the street a paper bag
of them in her hand
They taste good to her
They taste good
to her. They taste
good to her
You can see it by
the way she gives herself
to the one half
sucked out in her hand
a solace of ripe plums
seeming to fill the air
They taste good to her
Thanks Les and Henry, yes it was indeed plums not peaches and there is a bit of plum connection going on there with William Carlos Williams. I also found a nice little poem which parodies the original:
Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams
I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next summer.
I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do
and its wooden beams were so inviting.
We laughed at the hollyhocks together
and then I sprayed them with lye.
Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing.
I gave away the money that you had been saving to live on for the next ten years.
The man who asked for it was shabby
and the firm March wind on the porch was so juicy and cold.
Last evening we went dancy and I broke your leg.
Forgive me. I was clumsy, and
I wanted you here in the wards, where I am the doctor.
By Kenneth Koch, 1962
(WCW was a doctor)
Would you call the original satirical (or at least ironic) and the second a parody?
"And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flown.
So I lit a fire, isnít it good, norwegian wood."
I wouldn't call the first satirical - I think it's a simple explanation for a selfish act. What gives it such appeal? Does his honesty excuse his action? Do we all share his need for instant gratification? Would we like to be generous enough to forgive him? Do we all like plums?
I only hope he remembered to buy a fresh punnet on the way home to replace them.
I can see there's a little joke in there, Linda!
Punnet =small pun?!
I'm turning into a basket case. :-)
If it's a picnic basket, count me in !
A punjab is a sharp blow to the ribs when someone makes a bad pun
as opposed to a nabob, in which you express your disapproval by shaking your head.