"The Raven" for Bloggers
Posted: Tuesday, November 18, 2008
by Brian Foley
Magic and Learning
This is my own parody. A work in progress. So far it's untitled.
Once, before the midnight deadline, helpless, hunting for a headline,
For one of my quaint and curious blog posts; for some pithy quote.
As my E-books I was hyping, suddenly I noticed typing,
as if someone had been Skype-ing, Skype-ing me a threatening note.
"'Tis my editor", I muttered, "Skype-ing me a threatening note".
Only this, it will connote.
Oh, it was in late October, and I was but scarcely sober,
And I'd knocked the bottle over, spilling Scotch upon my coat.
How I hankered for a cuppa', vainly craving picker-upper
Wishing I had eaten supper, 'ere searching for that anecdote -
For that magic, muse-inspired, piercing, poignant anecdote -
Stuck somewhere within my throat.
And the startling stark insipid presage of each IM message
Dinging, ringing with that harried harping harridan-like note
Irked me now, and to distraction, so that my annoyed reaction,
Was a strange and sad attraction, attraction to the news it bode.
Some silly, strange and sad attraction, attraction to the news it bode.
This odd thought it did promote.
Presently, my interest got me; Mute the call? Oh no, no not me,
"Damn" I said, (or "Dammit," truly I must say, lest I misquote)
And, in fact, I was just wiping dust from off the keyboard, typing
A late reply unto the Skype-ing, Skype-ing in form of IM note.
Scarcely had I sent a reply, when there came a return note -
Nothing much, did it denote.
Copyright 2007 by Brian Foley
For one of my quaint and curious blog posts; for some pithy quote.
As my E-books I was hyping, suddenly I noticed typing,
as if someone had been Skype-ing, Skype-ing me a threatening note.
"'Tis my editor", I muttered, "Skype-ing me a threatening note".
Only this, it will connote.
And I'd knocked the bottle over, spilling Scotch upon my coat.
How I hankered for a cuppa', vainly craving picker-upper
Wishing I had eaten supper, 'ere searching for that anecdote -
For that magic, muse-inspired, piercing, poignant anecdote -
Stuck somewhere within my throat.
And the startling stark insipid presage of each IM message
Dinging, ringing with that harried harping harridan-like note
Irked me now, and to distraction, so that my annoyed reaction,
Was a strange and sad attraction, attraction to the news it bode.
Some silly, strange and sad attraction, attraction to the news it bode.
This odd thought it did promote.
Presently, my interest got me; Mute the call? Oh no, no not me,
"Damn" I said, (or "Dammit," truly I must say, lest I misquote)
And, in fact, I was just wiping dust from off the keyboard, typing
A late reply unto the Skype-ing, Skype-ing in form of IM note.
Scarcely had I sent a reply, when there came a return note -
Nothing much, did it denote.
Quizzically I eyed the missive, imagining intent derisive.
Querrying, tweeting tweets no blogger ever dared to tweet before
But the blogosphere was silent, not so much as one repliant
And it nearly made me violent, that no soul a tweet had twote.
This I rued - that not a living soul a single tweet had twote.
Truly this had got my goat.
To be continuedQuerrying, tweeting tweets no blogger ever dared to tweet before
But the blogosphere was silent, not so much as one repliant
And it nearly made me violent, that no soul a tweet had twote.
This I rued - that not a living soul a single tweet had twote.
Truly this had got my goat.
Copyright 2007 by Brian Foley
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Top-level comments on this article: (1 total)Brain! How very creative. I loved it. I hadn't read Poe since high-school and it took me awhile to catch the rythym. I look forward to reading more from you. Blessings. Teresa
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