frost variations in poetry

two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
and be one traveler, long I stood
until I decided to clone myself
and we totally high-fived
and at the end of walking both the paths
we made, like, ninety more awesome clones
and took the land by force
and declared ourselves the king-gods
of Yellowoodsylvania
it was awesome

two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
and be one traveler, long I stood
until I got out my bad-ass machete
that Bear Grylls totally endorsed on QVC
and hacked a third path in between
the machete had a compass on the hilt
and a beer bottle opener at the endcap
and at the end of the yellow wood
I totally had a bitchin’ rage of a party
with the satyrs ents and nymphs
they declared me Brewmaster General
of the Yellow Wood
and gave me a shirt that said so
it was awesome

two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
and be one traveler, long I stood
until I remembered
I was wearing a rocket pack
so I blasted off into the stratosphere
and checked out where both roads went
and battled a dragon
and I knocked him out with my sleep gas gun
and when he woke up we talked
and it was all a huge misunderstand
and now I’m friends with a dragon
it was awesome

two roads diverged in a wood, and I
walked every step
and took to the sky
and that is probably
I am completely broke
and nearly old now
but brother, it was awesome
it is difficult to have too many regrets
about that kick-ass yellow wood