Stopping by Friends Enroute to California
Whose house this is I surely know.
I’m sleeping on their sofa, though
And did not see that table there
And so I stubbed my little toe.
Their monstrous dog must think it queer
To find a stranger sleeping near
And yet no fuss he seems to make.
Golden retrievers are most dear.
He gives his collar tags a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
And wakens me from where I sleep–
A task that is a piece of cake.
The morning’s early, dark and deep,
But now I won’t return to sleep,
for I have schedules to keep
And miles to drive before more sleep.
The NaPoWriMo Prompt: Write a parody of a famous poem.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
You have done Robert Frost proud.
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You have once again been very kind. Moving ever northwards.
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A fiting tail, mean no pun, hope your day be filled with fun, early start sure the prize will be won.
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Whose grounds these are I think I know
The smell is good, though the drip is slow.
He will not mind before I go,
I help myself to a cuppa joe.
Judy, Love your poem. Robert Frost’s poetry grabs you. The sparseness of the words mimic the snowy landscape is Frost’s poem.
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Ha!!! love yours…Oh, the poetry of the inanimate…
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Good one! I love the poem. And the sweet pup looks just like our Carrie, a Golden I once loved.
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Of course this poem is one of my favorites! The star is my Coop.
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