Where Are You, My Sweet Little Plump Plum? (2 Of 3) Poem by Frank Yue

Where Are You, My Sweet Little Plump Plum? (2 Of 3)



This poem is the second chapter in the following:

1. In Praise Of Last-Minute Cruises (1 Of 3)

2. Where are you, my sweet little Plump Plum? (2 Of 3)

3. An Encounter with Merpati Putih on the Oosterdam (3 Of 3)



Where are you, my sweet little Plump Plum?
O, back to me, please do come!
Are you mad at me? Why are you hiding?
Just a little misunderstanding -
After washing you carefully,
I meant to consume you at home lovingly...

My sweet little Plump Plum, I miss you!
And you should miss me too.
O mine,
Wherever you are I hope you'll be fine.
Did I drop you on the airport bus?
Did I hurt your juicy little butt?

For the price of a song, my wife and I
At the last minute, are going to fly
And join a 17-day cruise you see,
From San Diego to Hawaii!
It's the Holland America line,
On the not-so-young "Oosterdam" fine.

On connecting flights, our food we have to buy -
So I'd better eat you on the plane, thought I.
Toronto can be quite cold,
In Honolulu it's not so.
I have many layers of clothing:
In which pocket are you in? I keep forgetting!

With lights dimmed during the flight,
It's hard to find anything, try as one might.
By the time you're reunited with me,
In Vancouver we may soon be.
Some 3,400 km we have flown,
But from now on you'll never be alone.

In the rainy Garden City,
A flurry of activity -
With relatives having dinner, lunch and tea,
Visiting my housebound elderly sister,
And my wife's step grandmother's new grave:
Wind and heavy downpours we have to brave.

At his apartment, my wife's uncle wants us to stay
In Bellingham across the border.
He drives us there during the day;
An hour later we're at Bellis Fair where
We have lunch and window shopping in short order.
Early next morning, we return to Canada.

But that you're still in my pocket quietly,
I just forget totally...
It was lucky for me -
Well, you see,
For bringing fruits into the U.S.A., alas,
Each fruit attracts a fine of $300!

With that thought or hindsight, thankfully,
And certainly with no further tarry,
Happily, happily,
My teeth l quickly
Plunge into you, my sweet plump
Little juicy Plum!

(Ha-haa...!)

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