once upon a midnight dreary
while I wandered, weak and weary
over to a quaint and curious icebox door
when I spotted what I had been craving
the plums that you were probably saving
for your breakfast, I am sure
forgive me please, I do implore
I ate those plums and nothing more
I have eaten
the raven
atop your bust of Pallas
(by the chamber door)
which you probably
wanted for poetic
inspiration
forgive me
he was delicious
and said
"nevermore"
My children still remember the summer when I kept asking what was happening to the plums in a bowl in the fridge - only to find out that Abel was sneaking one every time the fridge opened.