This is another of Twin 1’s poems for his English anthology assignment, again on the llama theme. It was inspired by Henry Hogge’s The Pig Poets, one of my favourite books of poetry, and comes with apologies to Frost – although as Frost originally intended The Road Not Taken to be humorous, perhaps he wouldn’t mind too much:
Two llamas diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not eat them both
In a single sitting, long I stood
Then chased one llama as far as I could
To where it fell in the undergrowth;
Then caught the other, just as round,
And skinned and quartered it right there,
And built a fire upon the ground;
With sticks and twigs that I had found
And cooked it all (except the hair),
And later that morning, filled with llama
I sneaked quietly past the llama farmer.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
With plans to cook it another way,
While wearing my llama-hair pyjamas.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
How delicious was that llama pie –
I wish that I had put some by,
So that I could taste the difference.