This is just to say, she says, I´ve eaten the fucking plums.
I also went to town on the cheese: you´re welcome.
I finished off the risotto and we´re out of milk.
I hope the spring rolls were still good. They were, right?
I also hope you weren´t saving the wine for anything.
Next time you go across the street, we need more bread.
Grab some more cereal too, because we´re all out.
Did you want the olives? You didn´t want the olives.
They were fucking delicious. So salty and so cold.
He'd've died of malnutrition. Clever parody.
I think I know this woman.
Excellent.
Modern update
Thanks (for not taking it too seriously! )
She left you the Scotch, no ? :-)
Another in the inspired parodies the poem has invoked.
Great!