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The Anthropomorphic Personification 2

Subject: Re: [I] Poe gets a computer
From: MegaMole
Date: Thu, 14 Jan 1999 18:55:14 +0000

In article <77ke8f$htu$>, Leo Breebaart writes a filk which I hereby take my spanner to. Whether it improves upon the Handsome One's already fine effort is debatable; however, I'd like to change the scansion a little to fit with Mr. Poe's original metre.
I too would like to attempt to remain reasonably true to the original.

-=== The Anthropomorphic Personification ===-
* by E.A. Ogg [1] *

>Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
>Over many a quaint and curious newsgroup of forgotten lore,
>While I nodded, nearly napping,

At my keyboard tiredly tapping,
Came the sound of someone rapping, rapping at my disk drive door.

>"'Tis some spammer," then I muttered, "tapping at my disk drive door;
>Only this, and nothing more."

Pressed I then the OPEN button, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

>In there stepped a bony figure, of the saintly days of yore.
>Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
>But with mien of lord or lady, clambered o'er my disk drive door.
>Perched upon a Clarecraft figure, just above my monitor,
>Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then, his bleached white bones beguiling my sad fancy into smiling
By their grave and stern demeanour and the sharpened scythe he wore,
"By thy sockets' eldritch [1] blazing thou," I said, "my fate art gazing,
Thou who seemest Charon's brother, wandering from the nightly shore.

>Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Discworld's Rimward shore."
>Quoth the spectre, NEVERMORE.

[Bonus from Mole Filks - An Extra Verse!]

"Tell me, spectre," said I, quaking, "if tonight my soul is taking
Some remote ethereal journey far beyond this mortal shore?"
In the orbs of that grim dwimmer[2] something azure seemed to glimmer,

Yes, the skeleton WINKED strangely as I mercy 'gan implore.
Winked he, turned he, then he entered in my open disk drive door,
And quoth coldly, NEVERMORE.

[1] Not oblong.
[2] Anglo-Saxon for 'orrible spooky thing. Cf. Eowyn's cry as she beheads the Nazgul's steed - "Begone foul dwimmerlaik, lord of carrion!" I do have to question whether Death would ever shave... "Quoth the Raven, EAT MY SHORTS!" - Bart Simpson


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