Once Upon a Midnight Dreary, a sudden thought began a theory;
Somewhere upon some blistery night a person learned to like E. Poe
And since then teachers teach his stuff, and students like it what a bluff,
I wish to God to scream enough! Enough of sadness and sorrow!
Haven't we sufficient sights of death descending, of sorrow?
Why a raven, not a crow?
Surely crows are just as sober, and why not have it in October?
It's not like ravens really speak a word like "nevermore" although,
A bird that speaks is a parrot, does it not have the same merit?
Or must the speaker come with woe, a woe that comes from only Poe?
Must it be black, or dreary looking, and if so, then why did Poe
Choose a raven, not a crow?
Crows are teasing, vexing, stronger, and their list of faults is longer,
So why do crows not have the spotlight, instead to their larger parts bestow
A fame for gloom and bereavement, to no crows this achievement,
What if "nevermore" was altered, altered instead to be "hello"?
A strange answer this would be, to ask a name and hear "hello",
From not a raven, but a crow.
Turning from this gloomy subject, instead we'll think of and detect
The reason that Poe's stories linger on suffering endured long ago
The House of Usher cracks and falls, the ceiling gone and all the walls,
The heart tells tales of a murder, murder whose victim lies below,
Amontillado's cask, a trick to get him forever stuck below,
And a raven, not a crow.
Here our tale shall end in style, thanks for reading this awhile,
The reason I have this compiled is thanks to dear old Edgar Poe
Who wrote a lot that now we read, despite the fact we have no need,
They test us on these dark stories, stories which teachers like to show,
I guess I'll have to like it, but the thing which will forever show
Is that it was a raven, and not a crow.