I Saw Poe's Raven

by

The sound of the rain hard on the pavement

Reminded me of bacon sizzling in the pan

Rose lined Lilac groves in fragrant stands

The Locust petals my senses did command

Smelling like grape soda all along the strand

And little green peas from Cottonwood trees

Turned to white fluffs floating in the breeze

In luxurious leisure I strolled by the sand

Securely rain slickered firmly in command

When he waved me over with a motion of his hand

"This man wanted somebody to be at his funeral.

I'll pay you $50 for fifteen minutes of your time."

To make a quick fifty my approval did remand

And into the funeral shrine to beat the band

With absolutely no other living soul in sight

Just that mean looking old dead guy and I

That day I saw that mean looking old guy

In his casket there off boulevard La Grand

When the 15 minutes were up the sun shined

I walked up to him my departure too confide

Threw my half drank half pint of whiskey

In an inconspicuous place down by his side

So he could have a drink on his one last ride

To heaven or Valhalla or whatever God decides

And before I turned away from him I noticed

A tear starting to form in his old dead eye

Which is odd for I am not a sentimental man

Outside there was a haggard looking old bird

An old crow or raven my eyes did quickly avert

The sad undertaker asked if 50$ it was worth

Out of sight out of mind I quickly replied

And headed for the liquor store in a fright

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Why don't you look at Knowing
by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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