I took the one less traveled by,
a cab will come, by and by.
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves,
O greasy barbeque, the swatter, please!
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
I shall find a younger model, somehow.
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
because I farted, long and loud.
This is a guilt-inducing exercise! But great fun.
Last edited by Susan d.S.; 05-10-2012 at 07:21 AM.
Reason: never quote Keats from memory, two mistakes!
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