[Martin Elster]

Originally Posted by Julie Stoner

I remembered an old thread on a similar topic, but upon examination it's not terribly relevant. (Still fun, though.)

http://www.ablemuse.com/erato/showthread.php?t=5170

Thanks for the link, Julie. I really like your poem about Mr. Sale. Here is another one I just wrote.

How Unpleasant to Know Mr. Frost

How unpleasant to know Mr. Frost,
Who has written of farm and of wood.
We once went for a hike and got lost.
When we got to a fork the man stood

Deep in thought and as still as a heron,
Then examined one path, then the other.
I thought that his head must be barren
As a meadow of dirt because, brother,

He couldn’t decide on which route
Would take us the way that was best.
At long last Robert stepped with one boot
Towards the trail to the west. I was pressed

For time, for I had to teach school.
I followed. My fingers were crossed.
The school sacked me. I felt like a fool.
How unpleasant to know Mr. Frost!