Poetry. The Road Not Taken. By Robert Frost. Condensed by Paul Klusman.

In a forest stood a man named Frost

It seems he was perfectly lost

Glancing east and west

And overly obsessed

With opportunity cost

Poetry. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. By Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Condensed by Paul Klusman

A Mariner wrote an endless rime

About ships and a terrible time

It went on forever

The reader could never

Make it to the last line

Poetry. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud. By William Wordsworth. Condensed by Paul Klusman.

A dude thinking he was a cloud

Saw flowers dancing in a crowd

On his couch did he lie

With an inward eye

His mind with shrooms endowed

Poetry. Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening. By Robert Frost. Condensed by Paul Klusman.

A man many miles from bed

Near trees in a horse-drawn sled

Paused on his course

Of the man thought the horse

The cold must have gone to his head

Poetry. Man from Nantucket. Revised by Paul Klusman.

In Nantucket a man there was

Anatomically blessed because

He performed a feat

I can't repeat

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