Day: May 8, 2011

The road not taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

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.

I once fell in love with a pan

I once feel in love with a pan
It’s a well known phenomenon.
You go into the store
And right by the door
Is a pan with intrinsic elan.

This pan was made out of copper.
Just perfect for cooking our supper.
So I took out my plastic.
  Which is highly elastic!
I’m now quite the Princess of shoppers

Love my cat


I once fell in love with a cat.
He was sitting right on my doormat.
I loved his big eyes,
And the way they told lies,
So I awarded him my aegrotat.

Wow, this cat has got a degree
In folk  dancing and psychotherapy.
He sits on my knee,
While I drink my tea.
And the best part…he charges no fee!