(a modern re-imagining of Robert Frost’s original)
Whose woods are these? The GPS does know.
It chirps along as I drive to and fro.
It will not see me stopping here,
The arriving text says I have to go.
My little hybrid must think it queer
To stop without a charger near
Between the woods and man-made lake
The biggest sales week of the year.
The phone’s vibrate function causes it to shake
Serving to renew my stress head ache
The only other sound’s the sweep
of ringtone notes and gentle brake
The highway’s lovely, wide, not steep
But I have meetings to keep
And emails to send before I sleep
And emails to send before I sleep
[SSDay]