Tribute To Robert Frost?

I have an idea for my final project. Vivaldi is still ringing in my ears and now I'm channeling Robert Frost. I'm thinking about incorporating these two things into project #5. How will I add a bar of soap, the line "who's your daddy," and a doctor named Michael or Marian Bailey? Hmm...


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.