This post was inspired by my friend Dawn, who artfully matches her beautiful photos with her touching poetry. I thought I’d give it a try.
The Trail Not Taken
Two trails diverged in a yellow wood,
and being unable to take them both
and have one butt, long I stood
considering my rear for as long as I could
until I felt bad for its overgrowth.
Two trails diverged in a yellow wood.
And me, I chose the one cut wider-ly.
My butt made all the difference.
Dear Mr. Frost,
Sorry about that. But don’t spaz out. I’m pretty sure your poem was better. Please, do not turn over in your grave! Thank you very much.