Robert Frost Falls Asleep with a Cough Drop in His Mouth
Whose cough this is I think I know
Its scratch is in my pharynx though;
The Ricola must quell it here
To cease post-nasal dripping flow
My tired throat would think it queer
To hack without a lozenge near
Between the itch and coughing shake
To sleep is better than to fear.
Dry mouth confronts me when I wake
But I’ve not made a grave mistake
My taste buds were not mine to keep
Worth stale breath and numbing ache!
My tongue is filmy, dank and deep
But I had several dreams to keep,
And at least I got some needed sleep,
And at least I got some needed sleep
Robert Frost Takes A Cold Shower After His Teenage Daughter Uses All of the Hot Water
Some say the wash should end in fire,
You have left ice.
Freezing water makes me inquire
Why I can’t have some liquid fire
And if I had to shower twice,
I think I know enough to state
Both my showers will end in ice
I’m now irate
This won’t suffice.
Robert Frost Gets Lost on A Short Hike and Has to Ask for Directions to His Car
Two roads diverged in idyllic wood,
And I think I’ve hiked one side before
Glancing to the left as far as I could
Yeah, I was here at two, this isn’t good
And now it’s already half past four!
I’ll ask that stranger, “where is my car?”
As he has perhaps the better claim
“Past those tall trees,” he said. “It’s not too far.”
“You’ll arrive before the north star!”
Which tall trees? They all look the same!
As darkness approaches, still in those trees
On leaves my steps had walked before
I see my car; someone heard my pleas!
Where in the hell are my car keys?
I see them from behind the locked car door.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
If two roads diverge in a wood, then I-
I suggest turning around. Why?
Safe at home makes all the difference.