Fiendish and grim, abnormally slim
Adorned with a shock of black hair
A man spent his nights, in search of such frights
As to give one and all a great scare!
And though it sounds silly, the man lived in Philly
(that city we love to avoid)
That’s where he, in his glory, cranked out quite a story
The kind that disturbed even Freud!
He spoke about rats and of bats and of birds
Of blood and of guts and of spleens
Of slicings and dicings and the feasting of mice-ings
The most unimaginable scenes!
And so, as a writer, I’d like to invite ya
To pay homage to that man that we owe
That prosical master (that dodgy old bastard!)
That genius of fiends we call Poe!