Stopping by Mrs. Woods on a Tuesday Evening

Whose house this is of course I know.

He’s working on a late night show;

He must not catch me stopping here

To tamper with his status quo.

The neighbor kid must think it queer

A tall strange man walks to the rear

Between the hedges and the lake.

He may just call the cops I fear.

Ere long we hear the carport shake.

I ask her if there’s some mistake;

She shuts her eyes and starts to weep.

Beneath the bed I make a break.

The pile of hair and dust is deep

But I have nowhere else to creep.

So feeling unfulfilled and cheap

Amid the filth I fall asleep.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening 

by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

With apologies to Robert Frost we were encouraged by NaPoWriMo.net to "write a parody or satire based on a famous poem. It can be long or short, rhymed or not. But take a favorite (or unfavorite) poem of the past, and see if you can’t re-write it on humorous, mocking, or sharp-witted lines."