ROADS DIVERGE BUT THE CHOICE MATTERS NOT

Two roads went different ways in the deep, dark woods,

I was returning home late with my grocery dry-goods,

Down one road a bear growled,

Down the other a wolf howled,

And, down each road laid lots of empty red, riding hoods.

WHAT A RELATIONSHIP

Jen and I fought a world war,

So, I got up and walked out the door,

Then, we each had a good cry,

Thought we'd have a new try,

So, I came back and we fought some more.