|The two Harter House tri-tips pre-poem.|
Two tri-tips diverged in a burning grill, And sorry I could not eat them both And be one diner, long I stood And looked down at one as far as I could To where it charred on its underside; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was slightly bigger and I wanted rare; Though as for that, Would have ate them really about the same, And in that evening I began to lay In my bed upon my rack, Oh, I kept the first tri-tip for another day! Yet knowing what most people would say, I knew I had to hurry back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two tri-tips diverged in a burning grill, and I-- I bought them from Harter House,And that has made all the difference.
(with sincere apologies to Robert Frost)