With An Apology To Robert Frost... Although For What I Do Not Know....Two boobs diverged in Pixie’s chest,
And sorry I could not kiss both
And be one lover, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where they went in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was perky and wanted care;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
On a chest no bra had hidden back.
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 breasts diverged on Pixie’s chest, and I-
I took the one less handled by,
And that has made all the difference.