Poe Rolls in His Grave...
Language butchery by Mr Rich on 1.10.08 @ 13:33
Once upon a midnight dreary, while my bladder, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of wine I pour,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly urinated on the floor
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and 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.'
