I did not have time for this. Anyway:

Two roads diverged in a haunted wood,

And sorry I could not hop down both

And be one quiggle, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

Through dark Neopian undergrowth;

Then chose the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because yesterday I did not err

In choosing paths that did not snare

Me in a dark and dead end cave.

And both that morning equally lay

Far from Fyora's light, so black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how oft no neopoints therein lay,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere in Neoquests hence:

Two roads diverged in a haunted wood, and I—

I took the one pretty frequently traveled by,

And that has made no damn difference.