I finally did it! I had posted one verse here long ago, in a “re-write the old masters” type thread.
Well, the original poem is quite long; however, I condensed the action into six key verses, and did those. Here they are, my esteemed companions. I hope you like them. The original verses follow, for comparison. hee hee hee.
**One foggy night, I’m home, just kickin,
While I sat there, kinda trippin,
Looking at a stack of books I promised I’d get to one day,
I’m nodding off, my eyelids droppin
And then I swear I’m hearing something
Sounded like somebody knockin
Knockin in a peckish way
Maybe it’s my homies knockin on my door, as if to say -
“Here we are, come out to play.”
Now this was in the cold of winter
Travelling was clearly hindered
My fireplace was spitting cinders, had to use green wood that day
Shivering, I wished for summer
Sure as hell would be much warmer
Maybe I’d be off this bummer
Bummed about my ex, Renae
Bout that fine and foxy lady whom her mother named Renae -
We’d broken up the other day.
I finally cracked the window then,
and with a ruckus he came in
Gynormous bird they used to think was very cool back in the day
He didn’t smile or shake my hand,
he didn’t even stay on land
Just looked at me like, he’s the man,
and flew above the door to stay
Flew up to a hunk of statue just above my door, to stay
Didn’t have a thing to say.
I had to lol a little bit
Although I was still sad and shit
Because the birdie looked so serious, roosting there upon the clay,
‘You may look a little dirty,
Still I think you’re kinda pretty.
Great big gothy O.G. birdie
Flying in from out the fray -
What do other birdies call you, in the aforementioned fray?’
And the birdie said, ‘No way.’
'Spooky bird, soothsaying maven! -
Spooky still, if crow or raven! -
Whether sent by ghouls, or whether Google maps led you astray,
By yourself, not scared or nothin,
Come to see your lonely cousin -
Birdie, can you tell me somethin -
Tell the truth to me, okay?
Will she ever take me back, and everything will be okay?
And the birdie said, ‘No way.’
‘That’s the last straw, bird,’ I whimpered
‘Now you’ve made me lose my temper
You fly back out that window, and pick up some manners on the way
Get thy butt away from here
Leave no birdie souvenir
Upon my windshield, do you hear?
Or on my statue - fly away!
Take your pecker off my wood, and go find someplace else to stay!’
And the birdie said, ‘No way.’**
Once upon a midnight dreary,
while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping,
suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping,
rapping at my chamber door.
'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.’
Ah, distinctly I remember
it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; -
vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow -
sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
Open here I flung the shutter,
when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he;
not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady,
perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
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 me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’
Prophet!' said I, thing of evil! -
prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted,
on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted -
tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’
Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting 'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, Nevermore.’