Poe to You

Poe to You

Why do birds tap upon my door
And declare “Nevermore”?
Just like me, they long to read
Poe to you.

Why do bells never seem to cease?
I can’t get any peace.
Just like me, they want to read
Poe to you.

In the cellar there’s a cask
Of aged amontillado; I
Invited you to come and have a drink,
Then I bricked you up inside the wall
and then installed a toilet and a sink.

Aaah, aaaaaah, poe to you,
Aaaaaaah, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah! poe to you.

Now your heart beats beneath the floor—
I can hear through the boards.
Just like me, it longs to read
Poe to you.

Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
Poe to you.

Poets answer an age-old question: Why did the chicken cross the road? Part 9: Edgar Allan Poe

 

 

Why, I wonder, do you reckon that this bird would come here pecking?
What strange sound incited her to pick the henhouse lock?
Did she cross for country, hip-hop, bluegrass, jazz, or rock?
Quoth the chicken: “Bach.”