Stranded In The Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are i wish i knew
I'd like to tell him a thing or two
cause no one saw me stopping here
because my car did slip and slew
the motor spluttered and then it died
and would not crank no matter what i tried
i checked the gas i checked the oil
and now the radiator has began to boil.

I gave all the motor belts a tug
but they are tight,taunt and snug
and the only other sound i've heard
is that motors gasping rattling, so absurd!
now the only promis's i vow to keep
is to trade or sell this no good heap
to trade or sell this no good heap!

if you havent guessed by now,this is a take off on Robert Frost's poem "Stopping by woods On A Snowy Evening" it is my vain attempt at creating a little humor for all to enjoy.And if Mr.Frost were alive today,he might have just writen such a poem.Bob Mitchum

Story ID:	3459
Written by:	Bobby O'neill Mitchum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Phenix City Alabama U.S.A.
Year:	2008
Person:	Self