Rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
(ok...ok...it was mid afternoon but I was weary...)

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
(all right! shes not ebony, shes a rhode island red. what do you want from me?)

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'

Quoth the raven/chicken,

`Nevermore.'

Nevermore will we enjoy balmy nights of 70

like we did before

the freeze is coming and my concern is severe

you need to add more hay

to my henhouse, ya hear?

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as `Nevermore.'

Is that you turkey lurkey? I rubbed my nap blurry eyes. Why are you going all Edgar Allen on me? If you want another layer of hay in the henhouse before the big freeze tonight why didnt you just say so? I will get right to it...but first lets sit on the steps and have coffee together. What do you say?

What do I say??? said turkey lurkey? I say that I dont drink coffee....that is what I "say". However you have the hay and the arms to put it in my house and spread it most delightfully. For this reason I will be happy to sit here with you while you drink your coffee and then you get busy! Agreed?

Agreed!

and that is just what we did.

THE END