(with apologies to Robert Frost, who, I'm sure, is rolling over in his grave, along with so many others)
Wish I knew whom to credit for this great poetic parody, but I don't. Enjoy:
I have a pretty good idea whose woods these are, believe me.And let me tell you something, my people say he's a complete nobody.This guy lives in the village. So what if he sees me stopping here?I dare him to sue me! I dare him!And by the way, this snow is pathetic.These are, by far, the least downy flakes ever!I hear they import them from Canada.I don't know. Maybe they did. Maybe they didn't. We're looking into it.My horse -- he's the most incredible horse, seriously, I have thegreatest, classiest horses--My horse doesn't even know what the hell we're doing here.The horses love me though. They do.They're always shaking their bells at me, it's very loving.It's a beautiful thing.Let me tell you something, these woods are an embarrassment.They're not dark. They're not deep.They're nothing. They're for losers.And I cannot wait to sue this guy.I cannot wait to sue this guy.
