STINKY FISHING

I wanted to unload my fish catch up at the quay,
But, the harbor master said I should stay far away,
He said my fish were stinking up the town,
My boat should be sunk down,
And, that’s where my fish catch should stay.

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.