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Dept. of Doggerel

I’m sure this has been done, but last night, while in my cups at a party featuring poetry and music from those in attendance, I scribbled this.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood and I
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.
– “The Road Not Taken,” by Robert Frost

I am that rambling wanderer who
Took that road that was less traveled by
It made all the difference, it’s true
But not in the way one might like it to
In fact, I think upon that path and cry

For as I set upon that way so lightly trod
I missed the sign that read, “This way be bears”
And soon I learned the painful truth, by God
That there is cause for some to think it odd
For me to walk a road that leads to rips and tears

I lost one arm, an eye, and six of my ten toes
Before I reached the end of that most bearful road
It made a difference, oh yes, cruel heaven knows
So please, dear wanderer, search out where each trail goes
Ere you set out to stride where few have strode

He liked to leave mysteries.

Happy deathday, Mr. Frost (h/t to IC)


Some say the world

Stopping by Blogs on a Frosty Evening

Whose blog this is, a neo-con,
His book is available on Amazon.
He will not see me lurking here;
My comments all will be anon.

My online friends won’t think it queer
If I blog while drinking a six-pack of beer
Between dinner and the ten o’clock news;
It fills my comments with good cheer.

My wife has the spouse-of-a-blogger blues
And asks me if I’ve noticed her cues.
The only other sound’s the click
Of mouse and key as I peruse

This blog and the next one till I’m sick
Of beating a dead horse with a stick
And another evening’s burned its wick,
And another evening’s burned its wick.