Edited by Richard Walker, Sunday 25 March 2018 at 23:10
Once upon a morning gloomy, while I lay there, sad and doomy,
Over many an odd article published in the press the day before—
While I was blinking, scarcely thinking, suddenly there came a clanging,
As of a postman on my doorbell hanging, on my knocker banging, banging. "Tis Amazon delivery", I said, "I hope they'll put it in the shed". But sadly it was left next door.
A Poem after Poe
Over many an odd article published in the press the day before—
While I was blinking, scarcely thinking, suddenly there came a clanging,
As of a postman on my doorbell hanging, on my knocker banging, banging.
"Tis Amazon delivery", I said, "I hope they'll put it in the shed".
But sadly it was left next door.