| It is Poe...nah, it's not so bad |
[May. 21st, 2009|10:29 am]
A Den for all who are Mad Ape
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(If you got to see how Poe put it, go on.)
One p.m. all dim and wet, all in was I and yet I set
O’er a pad or two put to pen an age or so ago,
In mid-nod, not yet a nap, all in a sec – it was a tap,
As if a man had a rap, rap at my den six in a row.
“'Tis but a guy,” now did say I, “to tap a few so in a row –
All it is, and not no mo'”
It is as now, as I say, and it was on an icy day,
And the hot bit as it lay did all to ash go by my toe.
I had a yen for new day yet, and of my pad did try to get
Out of the low and woe I’d met – woe for the ex-Mrs. Poe –
For her so rad and ace a gal – as she did go I’ll e’er be low.
An age ago, she had to go.
How the rag up on the rod did go “shh-shh” in way so odd,
It had me in a fit of awe new to me; I ne’r was so.
So my red hub low to lay, I did say and say and say
“'Tis a guy to ask me ‘May you let me in? I am no foe.’
One odd guy to ask me, ‘May you let me in? I am no foe.’
So it is; all is quo.”
On and on I got my vim; I got the gut to say to him
“Sir (or Gal) if you are mad at me, you got to let it go;
But you see I’d had a nap, and so low how did you rap,
And so low how did you tap, tap one-two all in a row,
I’d bet my ear was off a bit.” – I put my nob out set for woe; –
All so dim out, no one tho.
Not a bit in dim I saw; as if in ice I was in awe,
Of no set aim, a pic up top no son of God e’er had ago.
In my ear I had no pip; out of the dim I got no tip,
Not one wee bit out of a lip, but for he: “Oh, Mrs. Poe!”
As if a man far off did say; who put it so? It was me tho.
On and on my vox did go.
And so in my den I got; all the vim in me was hot
I put an ear to a tap, but it was now not so low.
“Got to be – It’s got to be…a bug or bat or a wee bee;
Let me see all I can see and get the act all in a row –
Let my hub die off a bit and get the act all in a row; –
'Tis the air; it’s to and fro!”
In a fit I put the bay up, and did hop a big ol’ jay up!
No, not jay, but a caw-caw as of an age ago.
He did not bow or nod a bit, did not hem or haw a wit,
But, as if a Sir he lit, lit up by how out I go –
Lit up on a bit of art of she of old of Owl and Bow –
Lit and sat, and did not go.
To my eye he was so hip up on my art I put my lip up,
For his viz, it had no joy and was not gay but sad fo' sho',
“Tho thy pec, it has no fur, you, I bet, are not a cur,
Ill and wan old caw-caw, sir, who the dim had had in tow –
Say who you are now on our eve. Are you Moe, Leo or Joe?”
Per the caw-caw: “I’d say no.”
How it put me so in awe – how did it say so, the caw-caw?
Yet its gab had to be rot – it had to be but hot air, tho;
For we got to be as one; no man or gal in dim or sun
As of yet has had the fun to see a caw-caw lit up so –
Caw-caw, jay, or bug or pet lit up o’er how out we go,
Who had the tag of “I’d say no.”
On his own tho the caw-caw put one bit out of his maw;
It was as if he had in it put all his id and his ego.
Did he add any bit? Nay! He sat as if he had all day,
'Til in a low vox I did say, “I had a pal, yet he did go.
In a sec he may go too, as all yen I had did go.”
But the caw-caw: “I’d say no.”
My eye got big; my hub did run! Its gab so apt! Was it a pun?
“I’d bet it did say all it can,” did I say so, “It’s got no mo'.
He got it off of one sad guy who of bad woe had to hie,
As he ran on did it fly 'til his air was of one woe,
'Til all he was apt to cry was of one ill, was of one woe
Of ‘I’d say – I’d say no.’”
But the guy yet was so hip up on my art I put my lip up.
So I put a pad ere caw-caw, my art, and how out I go
On the pad of fur I sat; in my nob I set to tat
Bit to bit in one big mat of how the caw-caw of ago –
Did the wan and low and ill and icy caw-caw of ago
Yen to say by “I’d say no.”
So I sat to use my wit, tho I did not say a bit
To the caw-caw; his red eye now got my hub all het up so;
All so far now did I add up in a sum; my nob I had up
On the red and sky-hue pad; up o’er me was a lit up glo,
But on the red and sky-hue pad I sat on in a lit up glo
May she sit? Ah, I’d say no.
Now the air, it was a lot – air as God-ash in a pot
Had by God-kid who did hum as he did go all to and fro.
I was all, “Ass, God has let you get a bit so odd and so new
A gap! A gap in the boo-hoo you got for the ex-Mrs. Poe
Use, oh use the boo-hoo gap and try not to be so emo!”
Per the caw-caw: “I’d say no.”
“See it all, I ken you can! be you caw-caw or imp-man!
If I got you by Old Nik or if Big Air had you in tow,
On thy own, not at all shy, on the lot of hex, hot sky –
On my den of men who die – say it, no fib, can it be so –
Say, can any Rx aid me? Can it?! Oh, may it be so?”
Per the caw-caw: “I’d say no.”
“See it all, I ken you can! be you caw-caw or imp-man!
By the sky o’er us all, by the God who we dig so
I’ve got to ask, I am so sad, as I get to the God pad,
If I’ll be met by gal I had, the one we say was Mrs. Poe –
She was a fox, may I now add, the one we say was Mrs. Poe?”
Per the caw-caw: “I’d say no.”
“Get on out, and may you rot!” did I cry as up I got,
“Out to the big bad air and to the dim eve, out you foe!
No wit of you be in my eye to jog in me thy ill-put lie!
Let me be on my own! – Fie! – get off my art, I beg you go!
Get thy jaw out of my hub and get thy bod off! Go on! Go!”
Per the caw-caw: “I’d say no.”
And the caw-caw, icy git, day in and out, he has to sit
On the bit of old wan art of she who was of Owl and Bow;
And his eye is as a map of a sin-god in a nap
And the ray o’er his cap has a dim bit to lay low
And in the dim bit is my id; and in it too is my ego.
May it go up? I’d say no. |
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