Sunday, 22 December 2013
Edgar Allan Poe vs Christmas . . . . A poem of Christmas cheer (AH. . .Well)
The Ravens as they headed home tonight in the sunset
Once upon a Christmas Eve dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore’s.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping.
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chambers doors.
'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, is it the curse of Santa Claws.
Marching severed hands oozing sweat from their pores.
The constant scratching and demonic clip clop of cloven hoofs on my slated roof.
A demonic Red Nosed Reindeer loosening roof slates by the Score.
And while I’m Knotting and neatly Wrapping presents, there is still a tapping.
It must be the curse of Santa Claws the cursed hoards rapping rapping at my chambers doors.
But what if it is a friendly visitor entreating entrance at my chambers doors.
Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas I can hear. It is the cursed multitude of SANTA CLAWS.
Shouting shouting out into the night.
Poe Poe Poe . . . . Merry Christmas.
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Thanks to Mr ESB for his comment last night which planted the seeds of an idea . . .