(for William Carlos Williams)
by Tom Goss
That doughnut was yours,
I ate mine.
I ate mine a second time,
Guilty?
No. No, not really.
Honestly, I did you a favour,
I know it wasn’t your preferred flavour.
Then something changes,
My stomach arranges,
And leaves me quite perturbed,
I realise my fate and look at the date
Then belch, I probably should have learned.