THE RAVEN BY EDGAR ALLEN POE, A PRETENTIOUS POEM I HAVE LOATHED FROM CHILDHOOD
"Then this ebony bird beguiling
my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum
of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and
shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven ,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven
wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell mewhat thy lordly name
is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
MY REPLY
So I answered, “Smith
and Wesson will soon teach you such a lesson
As will permanently dissuade you from your pecking at
my door!”
Checked it loaded and
quite ready and so aimed it true and steady
Squeezed the trigger. Bones,
blood, feathers tumbled to my chamber floor.
“Bugger off!” I cried, “Dull
avian, you’re a pestilential bore!”
But the raven spoke no
more.
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