The rocky-road not taken

Some silly poetry I wrote back in Jan 2002 (with apologies to Robert Frost):

The rocky-road not taken.

Two rocky-roads appeared on a yellow dish,
And sorry I could not eat both
And to consume them all, long I wished
And wondered if they would be missed

I eyed the larger, with more pink marshmallows;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because there was more chocolate there;

Though as for that piece was smaller yet,
Had broken them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
On that dish just longing to be ate.

Oh, I left the first for another day!
Yet knowing how such things do stray,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two rocky-roads appeared on a yellow dish, and I-
I took the one less marshmallowed,
And that has made all the difference.