April 16

Johnny Cash had them for breakfast (a riddle poem)
Children might prefer them baked.
What parents choose to percolate.
Little brothers often spill.
Little problems don't amount to a hill.

I quoted this poem (along with the movie Back to the Future) in my high school year book.
I'm thinking that Robert Frost would say the road less travelled doesn't include four kids and a mini van.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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