The Salesman

Well...for english class we had to make a parody of "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe. Anyways it's great!...Me, Taylor, and Christine worked on it during first and second periods...so without further ado or whatever it is...here it goes...

The Salesman
by Taylor, Rebecca, y Christine

Once upon a midnight dreary, while i watched, weak and weary
The television of many a forgotten show
While i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a commercial.
As of someone rudely selling, selling on my television screen.
"tis some loser", I muttered "selling on my television screen."
Only this and nothing more

Presently my curiosity grew strong, hesitating no longer
"Sir", said I, "or Madam, truly your annoyance i despise"
The fact is i was napping, so rudely you came selling.
And so loudly you came a yelling, yelling on my television screen.
That unfortunately I had to hear you"--here i stared at my television screen.
Darkness there and nothing more.

Back toward the couch turning, all my soul with in me burning
Soon again i hear a selling somewhat louder than before.
"surely", said I, "surely, that is someone selling at my door.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Open here i flung the door, with a many speech and utter,
Stood the salesman, and nothing more.

In there stepped a pompous salesman from the evil company of yore.
Not the obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he
But with the mien of lord or lady, sat upon my laz-e-boy.
Ghastly grim and ancient salesman wandering from the nightly shore--
"tell me what they lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the salesman, "but there's more"

But the salesman still beguiling turned my anger into smiling.
Straight i wheeled the couch in front of the salemans's laz-e-chair.
The upon the couch sinking, I betook myself to thinking.
Thought to though, thinking, what this salesman was for.
This i sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
What was meant by "but there's more"

And the salesman, never leaving, still selling, still selling.
On the laz-e-boy, just inside my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be sold --and even more.