Poem: Edgar Allan Poe

[iris wigle-cutforth]

Poem:
Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar it is with great effort you say
"Dearest" - Thou saith it falsely
Gregariously dripping words or ASL
Amon's spell worked not so well!
Rigourously webbed by his covetous hand
Ah! If thy song from they pants did arise
Leave it more ardously forth and set thy
Lofty eyes on an easier prey
Anxiously waiting for the sun to melt her wings
Nautiously entwining them to soothe thy
Needs - They needs being all
Pleasure spent the ice did melt
Ozzing out a flatness that one dares not drink
Else Tamar's experience be mine with
Shame and all that in five minutes you say