Two roads diverged in the desert,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent to the no'th;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was paved and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
No tires had squealed them black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
As 3 lemmings passed me heading that way,
And later, I heard from the no'th, "thunk, thunk, thwack"!
So I turned back to the other,
But a long snake of RVs turned on that road,
Traffic would surely be a mother!
Then off to the side, a cannon shot its load,
Surely this cannot well bode!
An encampment as far as I could tell,
Faintly in the quiet, I heard music quite fine,
Explosions and flames in some distant hell,
To my left, "Cannon party" said a sign,
Suddenly, behind me I heard a sireeen!
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in the des, and I—
I went off-road to those tents,
And that has made all the difference.
Frosty Bob