Today, we wrote a riff on Edgar Allan Poe's "Raven" - "Quoth the Mad Libs: Nevermore!"
Once upon a midnight creepy, while I pondered undead and weary,
Over a many mysterious and curious puppy of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some volleyball," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only skeleton and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I was flowing it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying grape wrought its ghost upon the keyboard.
Eagerly I wished the venom - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my flowers surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Morticia -
For the rare and neon maiden whom the trains name Lenore -
Exhausting here forevermore.
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