I thought it would be a wonderful idea to turn a famous poem into a mad lib. This is going to be a hilarious take on "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost. I mean no disrespect to the well-known Robert Frost, who is no longer on this earth. If anything, this is a means to further share his poem with the world... just in a different way.
I made this, and did one myself... so I hope you do this yourself, too!
Choose your words for your mad lib:
1. Pick a noun. (make it plural)
2. Pick a color.
3. Pick a noun.
4. Pick a verb.
5. Pick a noun.
6. Pick a verb.
7. Pick a direction. (up, down, right, left)
8. Pick a verb.
9. Pick a noun.
10. Pick a verb.
11. Pick a verb.
12. Pick a word to describe something. (It can be anything).
13. Pick a noun.
14. Pick a noun.
15. Pick a verb.
16. Pick a color.
17. Pick a noun.
18. Pick a verb.
19. Pick a verb.
Place them within the poem in their designated spots:
Two __1___ diverged in a __2____ __3__,
And sorry I could not ______4_____
And be one ____5____, long I __6___
And looked __7__ one as far as I could
To where it __8__ in the _____9______;
Then __10__ the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better __11___,
Because it was ___12___ and wanted __13__;
Though as for that the passing __14___
Had __15__ them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden __17___.
Oh, I kept the __18___ for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be ___19____ this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two __1___ diverged in a __2 & 3__, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Here is the original poem:
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.
And here is my mad lib version:
Two dogs diverged in a purple house,
And sorry I could not run
And be one tree, long I ate
And looked up one as far as I could
To where it grew in the book;
Then lived the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better loved,
Because it was beautiful and wanted an apartment;
Though as for that the passing New York
Had flew them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden blue.
Oh, I kept Creighton for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be cheering this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two dogs diverged in a purple road, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I hope you have fun making a poem make no sense!
