Boho the Crow from Bohemian Friday
(With apologies to Edgar Allen Poe and Dr. Seuss)
The ponders I pondered
On that midnight so dreary
Did leave me at once
Both weak and most weary
.
| sat there all lonely,
I sat then heard rapping
That sounded almost like
Some visitor tapping.
“What visitor is this rapping upon my door?”
I said to myself And then nothing more!
Too bleak to go out
On this cold December,
So I sat and I read
And tried not to remember
And all I could to was to
Sit!
Sit!
Sit!
Sit!
And Lenore did not like it
Not one little bit!
Why was there such sorrow
For Lenore, was she lost?
She will now remain nameless
At whatever the cost.
And then Something went BUMP!
How that bump made me jump!
I looked!
And I saw him fly over the mat!
I looked!
And I saw him!
A Raven so fat!
And he said “Nevermore”
And then that was that!
He just sat on the bust of Pallas
That bird.
He sat there and uttered
Only one little word.
On that bust
No bird ever sat there before
But he sat there, he did
And he said ‘Nevermore’!
He fluttered no feathers,
He clicked not his beak.
I wondered a while
Then I started to speak.
“Tomorrow you’ll leave me
as my hopes have before…”
Then the bird on the bust
Croaked out “Nevermore!”
Silly, but I did not know
what to say I must have been out of
My head all that day!
“This must be something
He learned from a master
Whose lessons took place before
Some great disaster”
It’s something he learned
Where he lived before
The strange single word
That he says… “Nevermore!”
So I picked up a cushion
And threw at the bird
Then sat back to wonder
What he meant by that word.
He was grim and ungainly
And ghastly and gaunt
So why had he come here
And what did he want?
Did he come here to try
To take me away?
I thought and I thought
But my thoughts wouldn’t stay!
So I leaned on my cushions
And lay there a while
And remembered a something
That gave me a smile!
But the thoughts that were good
And sunny and bright
Were all chased away
By the ones that gave fright!
The air then grew thick
With the smell of perfume
Which was a surprise
As there was none
In the room!
Had he come here to help me
Forget my Lenore?
But that Raven spoke up and he said
“Nevermore!”
“Are you an angel
Or are you a devil?
want you to tell me
But be on the level!
Do you know of a maiden
Whose name is Lenore?”
But that damned bird just stretched
And he said “Nevermore!”
“Get out of my house
Take your beak from my heart.
Get away from my door
You black plumed upstart!
I don’t want to see you
Around here no more!”
The Raven stared back and
He yawned “Nevermore!”
Now that Bird, he just sat there
He sat there on Pallas.
He sat there looking
All gruff and all callous.
His shadow is thrown
Down here on the floor
From his perch way up there
Above my chamber door
.
My soul it is there
And it will never leave.
My soul’s on the floor
And there’s no one to grieve.
Of the Raven now I do not know
What is right.
Should I tell of
The things that went on here that night?
Will you sit here and listen
While I tell you more?
Will you sit here and listen
To one last “Nevermore!”
Sit here and listen,
Yes, sit here you may,
…ask me tomorrow.
But not today.