Two options (or was it three) sprung from the pink end
and did i know which one to take
one less traversed rings ethics
the other smells of green back
while the present colours my name
conclusions did i reach
not once but thrice (or was it six)
yet confusion blurred its dark head again
three roads (or is it two) beckoned
one signalled right
other insinuated dough
the current claimed my love
will it aver my will