We Need to Get Home

     I didn't quite take this assignment to parody a well-known poem quite far enough. But I think I get the concept, at least.  The poem this is based on is Robert Frost's "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening." For Studies in Poetry.

We are standing here in snow.

I don’t much like this – no, no, no.

Too cold and dreary are these woods

to pass such silent interludes.

Nay, I much prefer stable

living, consuming warm oats at my table.

So, let us be off, master;

frostbite is merely one of the dangers we might face tonight.

He has now realized that I do not share

in his pleasure, nor recognize the beauty of the snowflake so austere.

I must remain practical as a plow-horse,

(for that is what I am, of course)

and there are miles to go before we sleep.

Yes, miles to go before we sleep.