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- The reason why edgar allan poe killed me in hunger games..
- Once upon a midnight thicc, while I pondered, dummy and quicc,
- Over many a shitty and witty volume of forgotten lore—
- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a clapping,
- As of some one gently clapping, clapping at my chamber door.
- “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “dummy thicc—
- Only this and nothing more.”
- Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the thicc December;
- And each separate dying asscheek wrought its ghost upon the floor.
- Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
- From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
- For the dummy thicc and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
- Thiccless here for evermore.
- And the silken, sad, uncertain clapping of each purple curtain
- Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
- So that now, to still the clapping of my ass, I stood repeating
- “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
- Some dummy thicc visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
- This it is and nothing more.”
- Presently my ass grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
- “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your thiccness I implore;
- But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came clapping,
- And so faintly you came clapping, clapping at my chamber door,
- That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
- Darkness there and nothing more.
- Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
- Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
- But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
- And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Succ?”
- This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Succ!”—
- Merely this and nothing was amok.
- Back into the chamber turning, all my ass within me clapping,
- Soon again I heard a clapping somewhat louder than before.
- “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
- Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
- Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
- ’Tis my ass and nothing more!”
- Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a clap and clutter,
- In there stepped a thicc Raven of the saintly days of yore;
- Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
- But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
- Perched upon a bust of assllass just above my chamber door—
- Sat, and clapped, and nothing more.
- Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad-ass into smiling,
- By the dummy thicc decorum of the ass it wore,
- “Though thy ass be thicc and dummy, thou,” I said, “art sure not cravin' ,
- Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
- Tell me what thy assly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
- Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
- Much I marvelled this thicc fowl to hear discourse so sickly,
- Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
- For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
- Ever yet was blessed with seeing thicc above his chamber door—
- Bird or beast upon the sculptured ass above his chamber door,
- With such name as “Nevermore.”
- But the Raven, clapping lonely on the placid ass, spoke only
- That one word, as if his ass in that one word he did outpour.
- Nothing farther then he snapped—not an asscheek then he clapped—
- Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have been dummy thicc before—
- On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes of being Dummy Thicc have flown before.”
- Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
- Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
- “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
- Caught from some unhappy asster whom unmerciful Disasster
- Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
- Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
- Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
- But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
- Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and ass and door;
- Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
- Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
- What this dummy thicc, ghastly, and ominous bird of yore
- Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
- This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
- To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my ass's core;
- This and more I sat divining, with my ass at ease reclining
- On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light clapped o’er,
- But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light clapped o’er,
- She shall clap, ah, nevermore!
- Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
- Swung by Seraphim whose ass-claps tinkled on the tufted floor.
- “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
- Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
- Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this thicc Lenore!”
- Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
- “Prophet!” said I, “thing of thiccness!—prophet still, if ass or dickness!—
- Whether Tempter succ-ed, or whether tempest tossed thee here ass-shore,
- Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
- On this home by Dummy Thicc haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
- Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
- Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
- “Prophet!” said I, “thing of thiccness!—prophet still, if ass or dickness!—
- By that Heaven that bends above us—by that thicc God we both adore—
- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
- It shall clap a thicc maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
- Clap a dummy thicc maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
- Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
- “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
- “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Dummy Thicc shore!
- Leave no ass-clap as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
- Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the placid ass above my door!
- Take thy beak from out my ass, and take thy form from off my crack!”
- Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
- And the Raven, never flitting, still is clapping, still is clapping
- On the pallid bust of assllas just above my chamber door;
- And his ass has all the seeming of a demon’s that is clapping,
- And the lamp-light o’er him screaming throws his ass upon the floor;
- And my ass from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
- Shall be thicc—nevermore!
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