Whose woods these are I know not mine.
Your house is in the village, fine;
You will not see me voiding now
As I traipse deep into the vine.
My sleigh is small, it has no plow
Won’t make it to the farmhouse now
And so relief right here I take
Perhaps you can forgive somehow?
I give the rein a final shake
Be sure there is no late mistake.
Release is mine, with stars aglow
My legs relax and give a quake.
The woods are empty, none to show,
The ice has made the stream quite slow,
And hours again until I go,
And hours again until I go.
And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a parody. Besides being fun, writing parodies can be a great way to hone your poetic skills – particularly your sense of rhyme and sound, as you try to mimic the form of an existing poem while changing the content. Just find a poem – or a song – that has always annoyed you, and write an altered, silly version of it. Or, alternatively, find a poem with a very particular rhyme scheme or form, and use that scheme/form as the basis for a poem that mocks something else.
I’m quite certain you can see what and whose poem I have fouled, but just in case you want a direct comparison, here you go:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42891/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evening
defying atrophy 