Poetry Getting A Frosty Reception

| Related | July 23, 2015

(I’m on a walk in the woods with my grandparents, and we come across a fork in the road, one of the paths clearly more often used.)

Me: *strikes dramatic pose* “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I took the one less traveled by…”

Grandmother: “What?”

Me: “Oh, I was just quoting Robert Frost. You know, ‘The Road Not Taken’?”

Grandfather: “Who’s Robert Frost? Is that from a song or something?”

Me: “No, he was a famous poet.”

Grandmother: “Oh. Well, you can’t expect me to keep up with all these modern celebrities.”

Me: “…he died over fifty years ago…”

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