Bri Edwards' Parody Of Robert Frost's ' Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening ' Poem by Bri Edwards

I love to enter this woods, night or day.
Now I'm on my mighty gas-powered 'sleigh'.
Of course my Yamaha requires a bit of snow,
and a driver who knows his/her woodsy way.

My snowmobile has no mind of its own,
doesn't need oats, nor beef from bone,
sees not the beauteous scenery I do see,
as I veer around a snow-surrounded stone.

But now my bladder, due to beer and cold,
needs relief, more often now that I am 'OLD'.
Midst swirling snowflakes I stop and empty it.
No one sees in darkness; no one will SCOLD.

My headlamps then show me the way
to steer, between the old oaks, my sleigh.
But first I gaze at stars and take a deep breath.
Forgive me Robert, as with YOUR poem I play.



(February 9th,2022)