A Typical Monday
Parody of The Raven By Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a morning dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten YouTube lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my apartment door.
"'Tis the neighbor who wants something," I muttered, "tapping at my apartment door—Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was a bleak Monday;
And I had yet to do my laundry; the clothes were spread out on the floor.
Eagerly I wished for Tuesday;—vainly I had sought to play
a file from an eBook —but it was deleted and sad for the lost data—
I began working on a rare and radiant website I was building to sell things galore
so I'd have spare cash evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain singing of each Reverbnation artist
I was hearing—filled me with fantastic inspirations never felt before;
So that now, when the knocking sounded again, I stood repeating
"'Tis my neighbor wanting something at my apartment door—
A pesky morning visitor entreating entrance at my apartment door;—
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is my keyboard was tapping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came knocking, knocking at my apartment door,
That I hardly heard the noise"—here I opened wide the door;—
The garbage truck and nothing more.
