This is a poem that is a play off of the famous poem, "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost.
The Side Not Eaten
Two sides submerged in a brown broth,
And sorry I could not taste both
And be one eater, long I thought
Too many pieces of the good loaf
And now they sit on top of the stove;
Then took the yams, as just as nice,
And having perhaps the better taste
Because it was sweet and eaten thrice,
Do I still have room for that pumpkin slice?
One piece left, I shall eat in haste
And later that morning I shall lay
On couches with TV watching quarterbacks.
Oh, I saved leftovers for another day!
In-laws taking plates home, no way!
I doubted if I should ever invite them back.
I shall be telling this with a groan
Surely next year I shall eat less and sigh:
Two sides submerged in a broth, and I,
I ate too much, I recollect with a moan,
Should not have eaten that last piece of pie.
The Side Not Eaten
Two sides submerged in a brown broth,
And sorry I could not taste both
And be one eater, long I thought
Too many pieces of the good loaf
And now they sit on top of the stove;
Then took the yams, as just as nice,
And having perhaps the better taste
Because it was sweet and eaten thrice,
Do I still have room for that pumpkin slice?
One piece left, I shall eat in haste
And later that morning I shall lay
On couches with TV watching quarterbacks.
Oh, I saved leftovers for another day!
In-laws taking plates home, no way!
I doubted if I should ever invite them back.
I shall be telling this with a groan
Surely next year I shall eat less and sigh:
Two sides submerged in a broth, and I,
I ate too much, I recollect with a moan,
Should not have eaten that last piece of pie.