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

Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett 		
Subject: Re: [I] Poe gets a computer 		
From: 	MegaMole <PSmithALTO@countertenor.demon.co.uk> 		
Date: 	Thu, 14 Jan 1999 18:55:14 +0000 		

In article <77ke8f$htu$1@rama.twi.tudelft.nl>, Leo Breebaart
<leo@lspace.org> 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.

> 			
>      --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 

MegaMole