One upon a Monday dreary,
Whilst I labored, bored and weary,
O’er many a dull and humdrum chore.
I realized I’d missed the summer
Worked right through - man, what a bummer! -
At this job that I deplore.
At this hellish job that I deplore!
Will I be stuck here? Evermore!
On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting,
I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven,
Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door.
“Raven’s very tasty,” thought I, as I tiptoed o’er the floor,
“There is nothing I like more.”
Soft upon the rug I treaded, calm and careful as I headed
Towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore.
While the bard and birdie chattered, I made sure that nothing clattered,
Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor;
For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and weird decor -
Bric-a-brac and junk galore.
Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered,
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents worth -
“Nevermore.”
While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up,
Then I crouched and quickly leapt up, pouncing on the feather bore.
Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore -
Only this and not much more.
Then my pickled poet cried out, “Pussycat, it’s time I dried out!”
Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before;
How I’ve wallowed in self-pity, while my gallant, valiant kitty.
Put an end to that damned ditty - then I heard him start to snore.
Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor,
Jumped - and smashed it on the floor.
runar & Hoomi
well done to both of you!
cdward nice try, but the very next comment after yours was more spam.
pschearer i don’t think pab was threatening to quit, more like saying if he was forced by circumstance to quit, he wanted to at least out last Cathy.
Adair 55337 – Clothing ads aren’t “allowed”. Flag the ads and the admins will remove most of them. But spammers are like cockroaches. No matter how many you stomp on, there’s always one more.
zero over 13 years ago
Edgar Allen Poe & Jerry Lee Lewis. Birds of a feather & I don’t mean ravens…
Colt9033 over 13 years ago
Well, least he’s trying to make it happier.
Varnes over 13 years ago
came a sizzlin’ in a pan The tastiest treat known to man…..Burma Shave….
cdward over 13 years ago
Once among the morning’s clamor, I found I had to flag a spammer….
lewisbower over 13 years ago
Hey, leave the bird outta dis
adair55337 Premium Member over 13 years ago
Why are clothing ads allowed on this blog?
Hoomi over 13 years ago
One upon a Monday dreary, Whilst I labored, bored and weary, O’er many a dull and humdrum chore. I realized I’d missed the summer Worked right through - man, what a bummer! - At this job that I deplore. At this hellish job that I deplore! Will I be stuck here? Evermore!
cwreenactor over 13 years ago
LOL!!! I love it.
Technojunkie over 13 years ago
You won’t be stuck here evermore Your job’s been shipped off to Lahore
madbristowart over 13 years ago
I’m trying to be happy, but f’d-up breakfast ain’t that funny
pschearer Premium Member over 13 years ago
Wasn’t Pab threatening to quit after Cathy ended?
I hope he doesn’t. And I hope HRH doesn’t get preggers.
runar over 13 years ago
The End Of The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe’s Cat
On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting, I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for. Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven, Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door. “Raven’s very tasty,” thought I, as I tiptoed o’er the floor, “There is nothing I like more.” Soft upon the rug I treaded, calm and careful as I headed Towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore. While the bard and birdie chattered, I made sure that nothing clattered, Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor; For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and weird decor - Bric-a-brac and junk galore. Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered, In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents worth - “Nevermore.” While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up, Then I crouched and quickly leapt up, pouncing on the feather bore. Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore - Only this and not much more. Then my pickled poet cried out, “Pussycat, it’s time I dried out!” Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before; How I’ve wallowed in self-pity, while my gallant, valiant kitty. Put an end to that damned ditty - then I heard him start to snore. Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor, Jumped - and smashed it on the floor.
yyyguy over 13 years ago
runar & Hoomi well done to both of you! cdward nice try, but the very next comment after yours was more spam. pschearer i don’t think pab was threatening to quit, more like saying if he was forced by circumstance to quit, he wanted to at least out last Cathy.
luckylouie over 13 years ago
Adair 55337 – Clothing ads aren’t “allowed”. Flag the ads and the admins will remove most of them. But spammers are like cockroaches. No matter how many you stomp on, there’s always one more.
JP Steve Premium Member over 13 years ago
And guess what followed luckylouie’s post! I stomped it!
JP Steve Premium Member over 13 years ago
Did he get his toast from a Poe Toaster?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poe#Poe_Toaster