snowy woods

[MaTH716]

Originally Posted by clyde

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

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.



I know what the fucl< this means.

We are are dichotomized busy bees when we dream.

I know who these woods belong to
The guy from Cleveland who has no clue
I know I will not be staying here
Because the health department condemmed it last year
In his woods there's way too much snow
Also there are many predators who lurk down low
His horsey isn't the only queer one around
His owner was kissing all the men in the town
Bewteen the woods and the frozen lake
Some Nerdy Trailers started to quake
As he gave his little pud a great pull
Everyone else started to hurl
The Trailers yelled please no more
But that made the man from Cleveland ror
Then the Trailers started to wail and weep
And prayed to God that the deranged gay man would go to sleep
But unfortunately he had promises to keep
So all the trailers jumped in the lake so deep
They were gone for enternity on that faithful night
All because of that frightful sight
They will now haunt these woods forever from here on in
All because of that man who is so so dim
You'll never sleep peaceful throughout the night
As our ghostly images will cause you great fright
These woods used to be a beautiful place
But they have been ruined forever by that crazy nut-case