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Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams
I.
I told the choir director you were sick tonight, the closing night of the concert.
Forgive me, but I wanted to shine like a superstar—
and anyways, your voice sounds like a croaking hippo.
II.
I fed your parrot hot sauce and he died.
I’m sorry but your bird just wouldn’t shut up
so I told him it was ketchup and the stupid bird fell for it.
III.
I gave your Bugatti to your ex-wife.
She came and demanded it and who was I to say no to her?
Don’t worry, she paid you in diamonds, but I gave it back to her, because she looked to forlorn.
IV.
I cooked you pig liver for dinner and told you it was smoked beef.
You choked on it and I gave you vinegar telling you it was water.
Please excuse my clumsiness, you were poisoned by what I just served you.