With apologies to Thomas Wyatt

Whoso list to snack, I know where is a plum
But as for me, hélas, I may no more;
When last I did my housemate got so sore
I felt myself to be a no-good bum.
Yet had I by no means been stricken dumb:
“This is just to say I ate your fruit. For-
give me, they were delicious”, said I, nor
Was. Better in the end to just keep mum.
Who will this plum, I put him out of doubt,
As well as I may wind up in a jam.
There in marker, for him who would it eat,
Is written on a post-it round about:
“Noli me edere, for breakfast I am,
And bitter for to taste, though I seem sweet.”