First and foremost, if you actually ate the poem to test my comparison, I apologize. I tried it as well and found it to be tough and a little bitter.

That aside, I’d like to clarify what is plummy about this poem. The easiest comparison is size, both being small; however, that would make WCW’s book of poetry a collection of plums. So, a couple of more items: the poem is sweet and guilty (guilt tastes sour). Joking aside, plums (and, generally, sour tasting treats) are unpleasant in a pleasant way.

I would also say that the poem reads like eating a plum. The first two stanzas are large bites while the last is comprised of many small nibbles.

Finally, the most obvious comparison is that they are both purple.