These 2 woke me up one morning.
Once upon a mid-day dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten porn,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a quacking,
As of some one gently quacking, quacking at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `quacking at my chamber door –
Only this, and nothing more.’
You’re a poet and didn’t even think so.
qouth the raven … Nevermore
edgar allen poe is a poet and doesnt afraid of ravens
@pedantic
I stab my poet’s pen at thee ! Yeh ur right though. Kind of lame of me to post that. I have my better moments though.
“While I prodded, nearly fapping…”