April 20

Making up a poem every day is harder than I thought. I'll have to call in some reinforcement. Here's one from college.

There was a toilet in Arnold Hall
It flushed and flushed for no reason at all
Our R.A. Jeannie called the plumber
I'd have done it myself if I'd known the number

This Is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams

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