This is one of my favorite among my postings ever. It is in no way theater-related, except for the theatricality of the William Carlos Williams poem on which I comment in it.
Here you go (my words, for William Carlos Williams’ original, click here):
William Carlos Williams apologizes
He says he regrets he ate the plums
He knows they were meant to be served for breakfast
Is he really sorry that he enjoyed his fruit?
His apology seems more than a little insincere– I think
He enjoyed his late night snack, savored its deep flavor,
He recalls the taste of his forbidden fruit with pleasure