Back in 1934 family physician and poet William Carlos Williams
wrote a poem which I have shown above in a form that might have been taped to
the door of an icebox. It even has a Wikipedia page.
Originally it was:
This is just to say
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
It appeared on the wall of a building in The Hague. There
is an 80-page 2012 book by Gail Carson Levine titled Forgive Me, I Meant to Do
It: false apology poems that describes how to do a parody on pages 22 and 23:
“Imagine his wife coming downstairs in the morning after
dreaming about those plums all night and waking up tasting them. Possibly she
opens the icebox door (no refrigerators then) and finds a poem in the neatly
washed-and-dried plum bowl. Maybe she laughs or maybe she goes for a very long
walk or maybe she seats his breakfast and then writes her own false apology
poem-
Which you can do too. Many poets have written them,
following the form invented by William Carlos Williams. But don’t even consider
writing this kind of poem unless you can get yourself into a grouchy mood. You
will be wasting your time.
If you do decide to write, your poems should be mean, or
what’s the point? Mine are, and William Carlos Williams’s is too, in its subtle
way. He’s glad he got to those plums first!
You don’t need a title because William Carlos Williams has
given you one, which can be repeated endlessly until your reader is completely sick
of it. You also don’t need a new ninth line, because that’s always the same
too: Forgive me. Notice that there are three stanzas, which you may
agree are quite enough, and each stanza is four lines long, which you may think
are four too many. The first stanza states the horrible offense. The second
stanza describes the effect of the offense. The last stanza begins with ‘Forgive
me,’ and continues with the false apology, because the writer is not sorry at
all. There is no punctuation (how nice), and the beginning words of only the
first and ninth lines need to be capitalized. The line beginnings and endings
substitute for capital letters and punctuation. Normally, capitals and
punctuation help the reader understand, so be careful to end your lines in a
way that is very clear, unless you want to confuse your reader, which might be
the wisest course.
Also, think about the rhythm of the lines. After you’ve
cleared everyone out of the house, read your stanzas aloud to help you decide
where to end a line. Funny poems are still poems.
You don’t have to follow William Carlos Williams’s form
exactly if you don’t want to. I haven’t. You can add or subtract lines and
stanzas. Or you can abandon the form completely and write false apology poems
in your own cruel way.
For those of you who lack an ounce of mean and are reading
this book only for research into the psychology of unpleasant people, you can
write a real apology poem. However, even this will not be possible if you are
too angelic to have anything to apologize for.
Whatever way you do it, have fun and save your poems!”
An example of her parodies (from page 8) is:
This is just to say
My bulldozer
has flattened
the thorny
hedge
which
you mistakenly
expected to sleep behind
until the prince came
Forgive me
I’m charging tourists
ten dollars
to visit the castle
She also has versions based on stores for children like Jack
and Jill (page 14), Jack and the Beanstalk (page 28), Red Riding Hood (page
55), Rapunzel (page 62), and Humpty Dumpty (page 66), etc.
There is another 48-page book from 2007 by Joyce Sidman
titled This Is Just to Say: Poems of apology and forgiveness. She has apology
poems written by a class of sixth graders and responses to them. One example
from page 8 is:
This Is Just to Say
I have stolen the jelly doughnuts that were in the teacher’s
lounge
and which you were probably saving for teachers.
Forgive me. They were delicious, so sweet and so gloppy.
Too bad the powdered sugar spilled all over my shirt
and gave me away.
By Thomas
I got started on this topic by finding a blog post from David
Murray at Writing Boots on August 22, 2025 titled Friday Happy Hour Poem (and a
true story). His parody is:
This Is Just to Say,
by Eddie [the dog]
I have eaten the chicken shawarma (I think it was)
that was on the picnic blanket and which my owner
subsequently made me understand you were surely
eating for dinner with your young daughter,
when I ran over from playing with the other dogs
in the middle of Smith Park because I smelled something
good, and ransacked before you and the little girl knew what hit
you.
Forgive me. It was delicious, so moist, and so savory.