Once upon a midnight dank, while I soothed my itching crank
With a cute and frisky dachshund and a dab of peanut butter.
—Edgar Allan Poe from The Raven (original title The Ravenous Hound.)
My little horse must think it queer
but he won’t tell, so drop ’em, dear.
—Robert Frost, Stopping With Wood on a Snowy Evening
In the room the women stand on
the teenage werewolf, Michael Landon
—T.S. Eliot, Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
This guy named Floyd lived in Chicago, Illinois
where he was a lineman for the local subsidiary of Ma Bell
—e.e. cummings, anyone lived in a pretty how town
Because I could not stop for Death—
I ran his rat-ass over—
—Emily Dickinson, Because I could not stop for Death––
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