Robert Frost As Told By Darby Conley

Oh Darby Conley, you make me giggle so.

Two slugs slithered on a yellow wood
And Sorry I could not trample both,
Being one trampler, long I stood
And looked them down as fierce as I could
To where they sat in the undergrowth...

I will be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere sitting upon a fence:
Two slugs slithered on a yellow wood
And I--I ate the slug less trampled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Happy Thanksgiving!