Billy Collins

Something rather hilarious crossed by path not too long ago. And while I'm somewhat reluctant to post something I didn't really discover by myself, I think it's time to unwrap this delicious piece of art...

As a background, Billy Collins served two terms as Poet Laureate of the United States. His piece "Litany" is among the most entertaining things I've ever read. I thought to post it here but it's somewhat long so I will invite you to find it yourself, or spare yourself the trouble and simply click this link. And to make things even easier, I've embedded the video where he reads it aloud...but you might get more out of it from reading it first.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

~Frost