Disclaimer: The Raven does not belong to be. It belongs to Edgar Allen Poe.
Summary: I had to write a satire of one of Edgar Allen Poe's stories for English class. I'm pretty proud of this one...read and review!
The Duckie
On a Friday morning quite boring, I thumped down stairs to the mooring
Of my computer - where I ignored,
All sights of teasing fanfiction, stories too, itching to be written
On the floppy's scattered a'top the escritoire
"What are you doing?" a voice wondered. "Homework." I answered "-nothing more."
My Muse, who replies to Deevel Duck, shook her head and gave a cluck
Of pity for me or possibly my homework - it's rarely more,
Then something that makes me crabby, I guess I've been quite blabby
Of many homework assignments that I abhor
"It's some writing," I told her. "Nothing more."
At this statement, Deevel brighten, "Writing is something I can lighten,
With quips and funny words like "escritoire".
You know I'd love to help you write some insane and funny fiction.
This'll be too much fun to be a bore-"
"It's poetry, Deevel." I muttered. "A Poe Parody - nothing more."
This discouraged my muse not, to help me was indeed caught
"Poe!" she cried. "The Master Poet forever more!"
I eyed her with suspicion, my muse that so loved bishounen (1)
"The Masque of the Red Death?" I ventured to implore.
"Write "The Raven" Deevel said. "To quoth my hero - Nevermore!"
"Deevel, how `bout not, there's already an awful lot
Of parodies of "The Raven" - there's no need for more
Stories of babbling kitties and sneering birds - eep!"
Deevel fixed me with a glare I hadn't seen before
"Write "The Raven"." She whispered. "It's no chore."
"Deevel, please see sense, don't tell me you have jumped the fence
Between humor and obsession." The smile that I wore
Was a bit too forced by my muse's trepidation.
She whined, "Poetry is new territory to explore!
You wouldn't deny me that - this treat which is in store?"
Quietly I groaned, I myself had used the same tone
When pleading for help when writer's block caused a snore.
Deevel was quite triumphant, "Raven! Raven!" was her chant.
"FINE! I'll parody "The Raven"" I sighed, what a chore!
"I'll parody the crazy birdy who says "Nevermore!""
Deevel gave a happy bounce; her trip down was unannounced
To even herself as she glanced off the desk and into the door.
She made a wheezy squeaking, the rubber duckie's way of speaking
As she bounced into a box that lay open on the floor.
"Silly duckie." I said. Nothing more.
It would be awfully silly to compare a raven to a duckie
One perches in the shadows above a chamber door
And splutters, squawking, to a poet, nearly talking
When the other squeaks and bounces on the floor.
So here I end this - there is no more.
(1) The Japanese word for "handsome youth"
Summary: I had to write a satire of one of Edgar Allen Poe's stories for English class. I'm pretty proud of this one...read and review!
The Duckie
On a Friday morning quite boring, I thumped down stairs to the mooring
Of my computer - where I ignored,
All sights of teasing fanfiction, stories too, itching to be written
On the floppy's scattered a'top the escritoire
"What are you doing?" a voice wondered. "Homework." I answered "-nothing more."
My Muse, who replies to Deevel Duck, shook her head and gave a cluck
Of pity for me or possibly my homework - it's rarely more,
Then something that makes me crabby, I guess I've been quite blabby
Of many homework assignments that I abhor
"It's some writing," I told her. "Nothing more."
At this statement, Deevel brighten, "Writing is something I can lighten,
With quips and funny words like "escritoire".
You know I'd love to help you write some insane and funny fiction.
This'll be too much fun to be a bore-"
"It's poetry, Deevel." I muttered. "A Poe Parody - nothing more."
This discouraged my muse not, to help me was indeed caught
"Poe!" she cried. "The Master Poet forever more!"
I eyed her with suspicion, my muse that so loved bishounen (1)
"The Masque of the Red Death?" I ventured to implore.
"Write "The Raven" Deevel said. "To quoth my hero - Nevermore!"
"Deevel, how `bout not, there's already an awful lot
Of parodies of "The Raven" - there's no need for more
Stories of babbling kitties and sneering birds - eep!"
Deevel fixed me with a glare I hadn't seen before
"Write "The Raven"." She whispered. "It's no chore."
"Deevel, please see sense, don't tell me you have jumped the fence
Between humor and obsession." The smile that I wore
Was a bit too forced by my muse's trepidation.
She whined, "Poetry is new territory to explore!
You wouldn't deny me that - this treat which is in store?"
Quietly I groaned, I myself had used the same tone
When pleading for help when writer's block caused a snore.
Deevel was quite triumphant, "Raven! Raven!" was her chant.
"FINE! I'll parody "The Raven"" I sighed, what a chore!
"I'll parody the crazy birdy who says "Nevermore!""
Deevel gave a happy bounce; her trip down was unannounced
To even herself as she glanced off the desk and into the door.
She made a wheezy squeaking, the rubber duckie's way of speaking
As she bounced into a box that lay open on the floor.
"Silly duckie." I said. Nothing more.
It would be awfully silly to compare a raven to a duckie
One perches in the shadows above a chamber door
And splutters, squawking, to a poet, nearly talking
When the other squeaks and bounces on the floor.
So here I end this - there is no more.
(1) The Japanese word for "handsome youth"