The Craven
by DutchMark13
Copyright© 2023 by DutchMark13
Poem Story: A parody of a poem by E.A. Poe, in which college education is viewed in a morbid light.
Tags: Humor
Once upon a State U. evening,
As I studied, eyelids heaving,
Came the sound of heavy breathing
Just outside my chamber door.
Then came a laugh—O, tortured sound!—
And then a thump upon the ground;
I quickly peeked out, all around,
And spied a form sprawled ‘cross the floor.
“Ye gods, what’s this?” I cried in shock.
But then my mind put up a block:
My world I would not let him rock,
And so I made to close the door.
But, as I went to shut the clasp,
He cleared his throat with a harsh rasp,
And, with what seemed his dying gasp,
Quoth the Craven, “What a bore!”
“What’s that you said?” With great surprise,
With opened mouth and widened eyes,
I quickly came to realize
He meant the School that I adore.
“You mean State U., you mangy cur?
How dare you cast out such a slur!”
He seemed to insults quite inured;
Again he quothed, “What a bore!”
“You study hard ‘til late at night,
You never dance, you never fight,
Into your life there falls no light—
You have your books, and nothing more.
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