The Raven - Baked, Not Fried MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Once upon an onion teary, while I chopped it sad and dreary,

Over many a small and helpless onion

from the bottom kitchen drawer -

While I sniffled, nearly weeping, suddenly there came a peeping,

As of something slowly creeping, creeping on my kitchen floor.

'Tis a bird of many feathers taking shelter from the weather.

"'Tis some juicy morsel," I muttered, "creeping on my kitchen floor -

Raven stew and nothing more."

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on Nov. 1 2010 at 1:09 pm
Imaginedangerous PLATINUM, Riverton, Utah
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That's impressive, and I say that because I've also tried to parody 'The Raven' before- and the rhyme scheme is impossible. Good job.

on Nov. 1 2010 at 11:52 am
InkSpots BRONZE, Elko, Nevada
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Favorite Quote:
I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I am not afraid of falling in my inkpot.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Interesting, yet brilliant. I love it. :)


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