SR - Fw: [TY] Quoth the Raven nevermore OT

Caley Woulfe cwoulfe at life.edu
Tue Sep 7 04:48:40 PDT 1999


Subject: [TY] Quoth the Raven nevermore


> The End of the Raven
> -- by Edgar Allen 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
>  Toward 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 feathered bore.
>  Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore --
>           Only this and not much more.
>
>  "Oooo!" 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.
>


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