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.        

In the later stages of my professional relationship with the Mrs. we would sometimes take turns reading to each other in the aftermath of.......you know. And in the jaccuzzi as well. We had this strange penchant for wishing to read the same literature SO.......not too much poetry but reading yes.


Waste of money? Ehh........."could be"(bugs bunny)

Never had poetry read, but always wanted to make love to a woman who posessed a heavenly singing voice