As I was driving to work this morning I decided to write this bit of silliness. Apologies to the entire Frost family and anyone who likes poetry.
Two ramps diverged from one asphalt lane,
And knowing I must just travel fast
And be one commuter, I cruised, contained
And looked up one as far through the pane
To where it bent on the overpass;
Then took the other, as just as paved,
And mentally with the greater joy,
Because it attracted my money saved;
Though as for that the spending craved
Had become a dangerous ploy,
And both that morning attractively
In pavement, yellow lines on black.
Oh, I skipped my work, went on a spree!
And knowing nothing ever is free,
I knew they didn’t want me back.
I shall be telling this on every call
After my career is destroyed:
Two ramps split and I had a ball—
I took the road to the mall,
And that has made me unemployed.