Two colds in one winter, this felt like a loss

and depressed that I had to drink chicken broth

and being there with this newest cold,

Oh long I lay, reading Robert Frost all day

Then I awoke the next morn when my fever broke,

but the winter frost was still on the pines

Then up I sat, with such a start

My mind flooded with Rhyme

I thought of this man the world knew by name

His poetic works of genius, had brought him acclaim

Oh thought I, how humorous it might be

For somebody,

To do of his works, a parody

To be clear though, I meant no disrespect

But the opportunity for parody does not often present

Especially of someone with such talent

So I ask, who’s up for it?