Ode to Poe

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!