Pearls Before Swine by Stephan Pastis for November 28, 2020

Frost wrote Ode to a Lazy Guy right after he wrote Neglecting Wall.

Two roads diverged in the woods. And I took the least used one for it was less stinky.

There once was a lady from Nantucket . . .

“As you read your Emily DIckinson, and I my Robert Frost, and we note our place with book markers, that measure what we’ve lost. … and the dangling conversation, and the superficial sighs, and the borders of our lives.” ~Paul Simon and Arthur Garfunkel

“Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though.” Etc., etc. I had to memorize that one in high school, and most of it is still wandering around in my brain with the poor confused horse.

I think I know enough of hate.

I never saw a purple cow,

I hope I never see one,

’Cause that would mean I was on drugs.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I turned round and went home because I knew that whichever one I took I would get lost and be sucked dry by mosquitoes.

two roads diverged in a wood – i avoided the one where grandma got run over by a reindeer…

Well, at least Pig is honest about it.

Let’s see how far I get “In Xanadu did Kubla Khan, a stately pleasure dome decree. Where Alph the sacred river ran, through caverns measureless to man, down to a sunless sea.” Yep, that’s all I’ve got. Glad somebody invented writing. I can do more of Jerusalem, but only because Emerson, Lake, and Palmer made it into a song.

In retrospect, the other road would have been better, no matter which one you chose. Because the signage was terrible. It’s a human thing.

If Robert Frost was alive and read this he would probably shake his head and have a “Cold One”!

I like the short version by Yogi Berra

When you come to a fork in the road, take it.

I thought it was ( pick it up ) .

“Two Paths Diverged” by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

I know Robert Louis Stevenson’s poems by heart.

We had to memorize The Road Not Taken and recite it in unison for 6th Grade Graduation. I can still recite it.

Sounds more like Ogden Nash to me. . .

I like Robert Louis Stevenson myself.

Once upon a time two Picts were running down a lane when they tripped and fell and one of them got really serious abrasions but the other one didn’t. His was the woad less graveled.

We love Pig.

As Joe Martin might say, “Unclear on the concept”.

This seems timely: Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. (Runs off to look up the rest.)

and I – I took the one less Frosty. And that has made all the difference.

I too took the less traveled by, which was filled with back stabbers, slingers, arrowers, and painful outrageous fortune, all known as Wednesday for mid-level AT&T mid-managers.

Divergent views are always confusing, if you ask me…

Had to memorize that one in sixth grade. That and Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Barely remember either.

I didn’t memorize it perfectly either when I was in 10th grade

That’s the road MOST traveled not the Least.

love it thank yu for making me laugh

When you come to a fork in the road, take it — Yogi Berra

Pig must have read “The Load Not Traveled”!

It’s basically the opposite of that title. Since a less used road would be harder and more overgrown. Anyway I always liked his poem ‘Fog’. “The fog comes, on little cat feet,”

I memorized an Ogen Nash poem; “Fleas”. “Adam had ’em”.

Same poem as 2017 Pearls Before Swine Comic Strip for February 17, 2017

Two roads diverged in the wood, and I—I took the wrong one because it was a &#@ing 50/50.

Pig has a "Lazy Guy-Friendly " memory. Good for Pig, I say!

LOL