Twas Edgar Allan Poe, you see
Who said to her, “You know it’s me”
“Oh yeah, how’s that?”
“Come on girl, please”
“Because you’ve read my poetry”
A mystery, his ladder’s rung
No one knew where this Poe hung
But psst – a secret: the bards all sung
*That pend’lums not all that he swung*
That’s all it took
One whisper: *Poe*
And boy oh boy did ankles show
Giggle! Giggle!
“Lift up my dress”
“Let me Tell Tales of wearing less”
Mm hmm, that’s right
On every night
This poet caused all husbands fright
A walk he’d take, perhaps a stroll
And all the women’d want Poe’s pole
He knew not why, such easy score
Twas a rapping tapping ‘fore “Nevermore”
Was it his rhythm?
Was it his rhyme?
Just how’d this Poe bang all the time?
No charisma, not even looks
He hardly even sold his books
Dark he was, and dark was he
And yet this girls now on her knee?
All the men, they hated him
They loathed each every pendle-lim
He couldn’t help it, sorry bros
But Poe knows what brings all the hos
And so it was, well, for a time
Eventually he lost his rhyme
Laying down, he held a cross
Said “Raven’s out! Bitch I’m the boss!”
How the World Should Work 