Two rogues diverged in a mellow mood,
And sorry I could not diddle both
And been at once richer, I stood nude
And looked up one as far as I could
To where it left the undergrowth;
Then look the other was just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was shaven and lacked underwear;
Though as for that the agency there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In beds, where each had hit the sack.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how stray leads on to stray,
I doubted if he should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two rogues diverged in their mood, and I—
I took the one more groomed aye,
And that has made all the difference.