poem

 Background: My brother was told he had to read a poem for an event at our co-op last year. He didn't want to, so together, we wrote the following poem, but didn't finish,m because my mom called it "discouraging." This year, before the poetry reading again, we refined and finished it, but again, it was vetoed. Enjoy, and put your thoughts in the comment section.

Parody of The Raven, AKA (*comment alternate title ideas below*)

Once upon a midday dreary,
While I stand here weak and weary
Reading a poem never dared to be spoken before

While I'm up here, book before me
In my room I would like to be
I want to stop reading this boring piece of lore

I'm only up here, cause my parents
With desire incoherent
Made me say this, what an awful, boring chore
Reading poems is such a bore.

So now I stand here weak and weary
Reading this poem, so long and dreary
This is a boring piece of English lore
My tongue is getting really sore

Now my soul within me burning
My stomach roiling, boiling, churning
I would recite a piece, a tale of gore
I will tell one, no, nay, tell four.

As I sit and fuel my spite
The shadow spreads unending night
It will erase the goodness' light
And spread it's blackness on the floor

But... tis a dream, and nothing more.

I hope this version of The Raven
Leaves you wanting more and cravin'
More works of mine, yes there is more
Tis a poem... and nothing more

So come down, friend, and talk with me
And I'm sure that you will see
Things that will enrapture thee
I can write more poems galore

Tis a hobby, nothing more.

 

(Take that "leaves you wanting more and craving" line seriously. If anybody wants to hear more of my poetry, comment, and I'll publish more.)

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