Well damn,
I was wrong before,
About the cold plum situation.

You're gonna have to pick something else
off of the dessert menu
We're all out, I could've SWORN-
Well, never mind.

Could I interest you in, like, some shoes?
Pretty small, bite size, could count as dessert
(If you, like most poets, interpret language generously)

Or we have a wheelbarrow with a nice caramel glaze?
Unless the damn chickens got to it again.

Honestly, you might want to go to the prose restaurant,
they're gonna have a lot more options for you.
Plus they have a great semicolon apéritif; it's divine.