THE RAVEN #2
In Memory of Edgar Allen Poe

A/N: WARNING - THIS IS NOT A SERIOUS POEM


Forward mosey posing-
By perverted men unnamed-
And when the wind says Norman-
I feel the nose starts growing-
Or does the nose start running?-
It's really pretty funning-
How people do their sunning-
While working on their punning-
But what about the numbing?-
Yes my bottom's really numbing-
From reading a book too long on the grumming-
Potty which I sit.

For days of which not speaking-
Her secrets not I keeping-
Tis my dear sweet Eleanor-
But my watch just keeps on ticking-
And the people keep on picking-
From beneath the chairs unsticking-
Gum from up beneath the floor-
And atop my chamber door-
Quote the raven; "Your poem sucks."

I just got the news today-
Dear Eleanor was to be spayed-
Her surgery had been delayed-
Her car keys with the Oven maid-
What a time to be delayed-
And then died poor sweet Eleanor-
And atop my chamber door-
Quote the raven; "Your poem sucks."

And so I was a waiting-
As the Kami's were debating-
And while I sat a stating-
That I need not be out dating-
In front my dead sweet Eleanor-
And right atop my chamber door-
Quote the raven; "Your poem sucks."

The coffin which my girl be laid-
Not much money did I pay-
In I put a bottle of flea spray-
For my dead sweet Eleanor-
As I looked into her grave-
"No!" She cried, "I'm not dead," she gave-
But it was too late to be saved-
And atop my chamber door-
Quote the raven; "Your poem sucks."

Tired was the raven of my dreads of my dead Eleanor cat-
The raven accidentally pooped on my good hat-
He claimed it was because he thought he was getting fat-
And as I took a bow and arrow and shot the raven off my chamber door-
He fell to the ground with a 'PKLOOR!!'
His last words as he bounced off the floor-
Quote the raven; "Your poem sucks."

FIN