Twas Edgar Allan Poe, you see
Who whispered
“I know you know you want me”
How’s that? She asked
“Come on now, please”
“They drip on my drip: POEtry”
A mystery, his ladder’s rung
None knew whereabouts Poe hung
Still, secretly, bards’ gossip sung
Pit pend’lums weren’t all that he swung
That’s all it’d take
One whisper: *Poe*
And boy oh boy did ankles show
Then “Giggle! Giggle!”
“Lift up my dress”
“Tell me your Tales of wearing less”
Mm hmm, that’s right, many a night
Poem prowess struck such husband’s fright
A walk he’d take, merely a stroll
And all who saw would want Poe’s pole
He knew not why, ‘twas easy score
The rapping tapping, then “Nevermore”
Was it his rhythm?
Was it his rhyme?
Just how’d this Poe bang all the time?
Awkward charisma
And worse, those looks
He hardly even sold his books!
So dark he was, so dark was he
Darkness that brought them to knee
Those poor poor men, oh, they loathed him
Loathed more, his fabled pendle-lim
He oft would say “I’m sorry, bros”
“But Poe’s poems beckon all the hos”
And so it was, at least for time
Even legends lose life’s rhyme
‘Fore final rest, Poe raised a cross
Winked “Raven’s out!” Signed, The Boss!
How the World Should Work 