All Apologies

This is one of my favorite poems ever:
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.
--William Carlos Williams

It's the most un-apologetic apology and that's the beauty of it (for me, anyway). An ex-coworker emailed me variations upon it. Apparently not everyone is as fond of the poem as I am. Here are the variations:

I
I chopped down
the house
that you had
been saving

to live in
next summer.

I am sorry
it was morning
I had nothing to do
its wooden beams
were so inviting.

II
We laughed
at the hollyhocks
together
then sprayed them
with lye.

Forgive me
I simply do
not know
what I'm doing.

III
I gave away
the money
that you had
been saving to live
on for the next ten years.

The man
who asked
for it
was shabby

Forgive me
the firm March
wind on the porch
was so juicy
so cold.

As much as I love the poem, these made me laugh. Any apologies written to me like this would have to be forgiven for their shear creativity.