Okay, this is a spoof of Edgar Allen Poe's "Annabel Lee" that Naru and I made up at the basketball party last Friday. Naru, tell me if you have any ideas about making this better. Oh, yeah, and it doesn't really rhyme either.
It's about a certain foo you should know and his love for cake. If anyone in the posse has no idea who it is, just use your imagination. Have fun.
Disclaimer: I have as much chance of owning Edgar Allen Poe, "Annabel Lee," or the foo that this story tells about as there is of Carth walking up to my door with a box of donuts and coffee and saying, "HI, ASTA!" It'd be cool, though. I don't own the classroom, the desk, the hall, the popular dudes, or the principal either. Well, now that's over with. On to the poem!
Ca-aa-aa-ake
It was many and many a block ago,
In a my desk by the window,
That a cake there lived whom you may know
By the name of ca-aa-aa-ake;
And this cake it lived with no other thought
Than to be eaten by me.
It was a cake and I was a foo,
In this classroom with windows;
But I ate it with a hunger that was more than hunger-
I and my ca-aa-aa-ake;
With a love that the posse of the other side of the room
Coveted it and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In my desk by the window,
The posse came and ate away
My delicious ca-aa-aa-ake;
So that the popular dudes came
And bore it away from me,
To shut it up in a trash can
In this classroom with the windows
The posse, much hungrier on the other side of the room,
Went envying it and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all dudes know,
In this classroom with the windows)
That the posse came over in the morning
Eating my ca-aa-aa-ake.
But my hunger it was stronger by far than the hunger
Of those who were more hyper than we-
Of many far more insane than we-
And neither the posse across the room,
Nor the principal down the hall,
Can ever dissever my soul from the icing
Of the delicious ca-aa-aa-ake.
For the ice cream bell never rings without bringing me dreams
Of the delicious ca-aa-aa-ake;
And the stars never rise but I taste the sweet icing
Of the delicious ca-aa-aa-ake;
And so, all the first block, I lie down by the side
Of my dessert - my dessert - my life and my snack,
In the trash can there by the window,
And soon in the dumpster covered with "F+D."
REVIEW!!!
~Astarael
It's about a certain foo you should know and his love for cake. If anyone in the posse has no idea who it is, just use your imagination. Have fun.
Disclaimer: I have as much chance of owning Edgar Allen Poe, "Annabel Lee," or the foo that this story tells about as there is of Carth walking up to my door with a box of donuts and coffee and saying, "HI, ASTA!" It'd be cool, though. I don't own the classroom, the desk, the hall, the popular dudes, or the principal either. Well, now that's over with. On to the poem!
Ca-aa-aa-ake
It was many and many a block ago,
In a my desk by the window,
That a cake there lived whom you may know
By the name of ca-aa-aa-ake;
And this cake it lived with no other thought
Than to be eaten by me.
It was a cake and I was a foo,
In this classroom with windows;
But I ate it with a hunger that was more than hunger-
I and my ca-aa-aa-ake;
With a love that the posse of the other side of the room
Coveted it and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In my desk by the window,
The posse came and ate away
My delicious ca-aa-aa-ake;
So that the popular dudes came
And bore it away from me,
To shut it up in a trash can
In this classroom with the windows
The posse, much hungrier on the other side of the room,
Went envying it and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all dudes know,
In this classroom with the windows)
That the posse came over in the morning
Eating my ca-aa-aa-ake.
But my hunger it was stronger by far than the hunger
Of those who were more hyper than we-
Of many far more insane than we-
And neither the posse across the room,
Nor the principal down the hall,
Can ever dissever my soul from the icing
Of the delicious ca-aa-aa-ake.
For the ice cream bell never rings without bringing me dreams
Of the delicious ca-aa-aa-ake;
And the stars never rise but I taste the sweet icing
Of the delicious ca-aa-aa-ake;
And so, all the first block, I lie down by the side
Of my dessert - my dessert - my life and my snack,
In the trash can there by the window,
And soon in the dumpster covered with "F+D."
REVIEW!!!
~Astarael