April 15th — A Poem A Day

Stopping By The Mall on a Sale Day

Where are the sales? I’d like to know,
So power shopping I can go.
My husband doesn’t know I’m here
He always dreads my shopping so.

The store keepers would think it queer,
If they didn’t see me here.
They greet me with a happy tear,
And hold my wallet very dear.

My husband gives his head a shake,
And threatens my credit cards to take.
But I’ve got purchases to make.
I have to shop for heaven’s sake!

How can I pass up a good buy?
I’m saving money! is my cry
If I don’t shop, I’ll surely die.
If I don’t shop, I’ll surely die.


(a fitting poem for Tax Day)

Poetic Asides, Day 15
Prompt: take a favorite poem, change the title and write it anew.


Stopping By the 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.

— Robert Frost

14 thoughts on “April 15th — A Poem A Day

  1. Now, see yours remembers the personal information, but Thom’s and mine doesn’t. How’d you get it to do that so Melli’s fingers don’t hurt.

  2. Well, I can see where your mind is today. Has OC handed over his wallet yet? I like that you posted Robert Frost’s poem on your site. The last two lines are my all time favorite phase(s). I like the rest of the poem as well but I especially like those last two lines.

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