I chose the one by Robert Frost
In which his horse thought it was lost
When stopping in a snowy wood;
So here’s a suitable riposte:
Dear horse, trust me. Sometimes it’s good
To emulate Red Riding Hood
Avoiding wolves and undue stress
To get home for our Christmas pud.
I know you think we’re in a mess
Because of my dud GPS.
The woods are white, my lips are blue.
Which path to take, I’ll have to guess.
I haven’t got a bloody clue.
You also must agree it’s true:
The only source of food is you,
The only source of food is you.