Whose wine is it, anyway?

I was placed behind a glass case,  with utmost gastronomical grace.  I was dressed to lure and entice!  Adorned with a crown of mango slice.  I was well layered and decorated,  He asked for me and for him I was plated.  He looked at me with hungry eyes And let out many passionate sighs.  Lyrical sonnets his stomach sang  multiplied by his hunger pangs.  He observed my crust, inspected my base said wonderful things about my face.  He sent his compliments to the cooks,  praised my appearance and my looks.  Hs said that I'd be delightful to taste  but then, he did what most do in haste.  He let his hunger be satiated by  a half eaten, piece of Apple pie.  That pie wasn't his to eat,  That pie was someone else's treat.  That outrageously stupid Apple pie, thought she was the Apple of his eye.  She knew she was not his to eat, but she was thrilled by the all the deceit.  And he ate her up sham...

Dear Sir This is with reference to yesterday’s incident. The incident involving the crashing tube-light, the throwing of a slipper and the broom that sheds more hair than me (after my bi-weekly hair wash routine). Firstly please accept my apologies. Yesterday’s incident was unfortunate and in my opinion uncalled for. The throwing of the slipper, especially, was a tad too dramatic if you ask me . As you are aware, or may have gathered from yesterday’s meeting, I have the tendency to shrink back in horror every time I see you. Please do not take it personally, it has more to do with my inability to cope with my bodily spasms. These spasms or frantic sudden movements are triggered every time I see anything remotely close to a reptile. This handicap drives me into a screaming fit and I, in the past, have broken cutlery. It hasn’t escaped my notice that you hide behind the tube-light every time you see me. Clearly, we do not like the sight of each other. Seeing you makes my hair stand o...