Water Damage Filtered Through Poe
My kitchen ceiling flooded yesterday. Not sure how this poesy parody came to mind, but here it is. Once upon a morning drizzly, while I hack-ed, gruff and grizzly, O’er many quaint and curious statements of programmatic lore— While I type-ed, buffers filling, suddenly there came a spilling, As of something gently dripping, dripping on my kitchen floor— “‘Tis rain fallen,” I muttered, “dripping on my kitchen floor— Only this and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I...