Friday, February 3, 2017

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening 
(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 the 
greatest, 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.