Today's NaPoWriMo prompt is to write an un-love poem...and I'm thinking...hah...too easy.
To the Person Who Ate My Plums
This is just to say
That I am feeling really bummed
Having come home
From a long tiring day
And the sweet cold plums
I'd been saving
In all their delicious ripeness
The only trace
To reveal they once existed
The half cleaned pits you left
With pulpy plummy flesh
Slimy on the cheap Formica counter.
This is a response to the popular poem This is Just to Say, by William Carlos Williams, as you might have figured.