[ WP ] Write a poem that is desperately trying not to rhyme .

Two roads diverged in a yellow forest, 
 
 And sorry I could not travel both 
 
 And be one traveler, long I stood 
 
 And looked down one as far as I was able to 
 
 To where it bent in the underbrush; 
 
 
 Then took the other, as just as just, 
 
 And having perhaps the better claim, 
 
 Because it was grassy and wanted wear; 
 
 Though as for that the passing thitherward 
 
 Had worn them really about the same amount, 
 
 
 And both that morning equally lay 
 
 In leaves no step had trodden black. 
 
 Oh, I kept the first for another time! 
 
 Yet knowing how way leads on to another, 
 
 I doubted if I should ever come again. 
 
 
 I shall be telling this with a sigh 
 
 Somewhere ages and ages hence: 
 
 Two roads diverged in a wood, and Me— 
 
 I took the one less traveled on, 
 
 And that has made a change. 
 
 -Bobby Rime
