The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe
(First, second, and last verses)
The Raven Called Deplore
A parody by Sing Along With HalMitch
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I
pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume 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 visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at
my chamber door Only this, and nothing more.'
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I
pondered weak and weary,
Over many quaint but furious words I’d said
before,
While I nodded, nearly napping my strength
nearly sapping
Came this urgent tapping, tapping, on my
chamber door.
‘Tis some CNN inquisitor; not a friendly
visitor at my chamber doorOnly this, a raven called Deplore!
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak
December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its
ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had
sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow
for the lost Lenore For the rare and radiant maiden whom the
angels name Lenore Nameless here for evermore.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was the night of
8 November,
And like each dying ember 270 electoral
votes would never render.
Eagerly I wished for the morrow while
drinking heavily to assuage my sorrow.
But instead I seemed to borrow a page from
Poe and his lost Lenore–
Can I redeem the time I’d squandered as my
teary eyes pondered the tally set before?
Quoth the raven: Nevermore.
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting,
still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my
chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a
demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming
throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies
floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
And the raven, never flitting, still
condemning still is sitting
On the bust of Obama just above my
chamber door;
With the eyes of an evil demon he glares
While Breaking News not redeeming
Projects Trump the winner streaming.
Throws a shadow on my hope forever;
With words my soul could not dissever
Why they did not vote as before?
Quoth the Raven Deplore! Deplore!