That Foul Fowl

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A bit of a wierd poem in the style of the Raven by Edgar Allen Poe.

Submitted: April 06, 2017

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Submitted: April 06, 2017



Once upon an early morning, I happened to hear a very foul fowl.

That particular foul fowl made me incredibly angry.

I made a decision that day, a choice to make that foul fowl pay.

The foul fowl sat atop the hay, I hoped it would be tangy.

For when I finally catch it, It will no longer pain me.

I hate this foul fowl quite frankly.


This foul fowl is the bane of my life, I want to kill it right now.

A very good idea appeared in my head, I shall dress it piquantly.

And this idea is marvelous, for my wife hates it like I do.

That foul fowl makes my family stew, and it makes my dog quite cranky.

I will disrespect that foul fowl, though it looks at me blankly

I’ll eat it for I’m hangry.

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