Thus quoth the Charlie
Once upon a midnight dreary, I tossed and turned, all weak and weary Banished from the bed onto the hardwood floor When deep beneath the quilts I heard a yarking A heaving sound, a silent barking Is it a false alarm, or cause to flee these shores? Thus quoth the Charlie; Nevermore. I dared not peek beneath the covers As odors abiding there are known to hover The ghosts of Alpo past, a foul vapour…