The Lady Not Taken

I have a certain fondness for Robert Frost and especially his "The Road Not Taken" and "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening". It has influenced me a lot, this poem (The Road Not Taken), and Frost has done so a lot in my life. I want to be like Frost. How do you like the parody?

Two ladies I met at the club Yellow Wood,

Too bad I could not take 'em home both

And remain one man, long I stood

And looked at one much as I could

Till I felt hard in the 'undergrowth'.

Then looked the other, just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because she was classy toes to her hair;

Though as for the wear

Had made them look about the same.

And both that evening equally smiled

Lips Jesus himself would not ignore.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how ladies are crazy,

And doubting if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

That two ladies I had met, and I

I took the one less 'traveled' by,

And that is why I'm still negative.