NOTE: (This is what happens when a writer gets bored...)


The Raven, defiled.—(not) Edgar Allan Poe 


Once upon a mid-day dreary, while I labored, weak and bleary,
I read a strange and curious roll of un-forgotten lore — (word-of-the-day TP)
With angst I prodded, nearly snapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As if someone gently rapping, rapping at the bathroom door.
"‘Tis occupied," I started. "Stop tapping at the bathroom door —
Aggrieve me with nothing more!"

How distinctly I remember, my a...