With Apologies to Robert Frost

I have a class for school called Speech. This is supposed to help me learn how to stand properly while speaking, pronounce words properly, and so on. The most recent section is on how to give meaning and feeling to a  poem when reading one out loud. My teacher, Mrs. Autrey, has been reciting poems to us as examples, and she uses a variety such as happy poems, sad poems, thoughtful and so on. One of them that caught my attention was a funny remake of the famous poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost.

 

The original is one of my favorite poems, and I have always loved the other poetic works of Robert Frost. Here is the original poem:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

By Robert Frost

 

Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.

Now, here is the remake of the poem as I heard it in my Speech class. The author is unknown.

Stopping by the Bakery on a Hungry Evening
(with apologies to Robert Frost)

Whose cakes these are,
I think I know.
His condo is in the city though.
He will not see me stop to stare
At every croissant and eclair.

My running shoes must think it queer,
To pause with all these pastries here.
My diet has barely started! Still,
I feel a weakening of my will!

The cashier says, "What would you like?"
Forgive me exercising bike!
"Cream puffs, I think, box up twenty.
Wait...one doughnut hole is plenty."
Oh, whipped cream's luscious white and deep.
But I have diet vows to keep!
And miles to jog before I sleep,
And miles to jog before I sleep.  

I hope you liked this funny rendition of a famous poem someone came up with. If you enjoyed this post, feel free to leave a comment below or on Facebook.