I am reblogging this because it is that good… and you need to hear it… and because it is so far above the level of anything that I could ever do…
Take that blog post title gurus – you know who you think you are. Ever since starting this blog – the second time around – I’ve wanted the soundcloud thing to be shown rather than have to piss about with youtube…now I have managed it. And as a special treat it’s read by me, Trenton Babbage, in a slightly dramatic voice yes, but I did that for dramatic purposes.
It’s a parody of Edgar Allan Poe’s poem The Raven. My words and glossary are below, and an outtake may be released at a later date.
Enjoy!
The Pigeon
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered palaeognathae,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of the Pigeon Lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my…
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Pouring My Art Out 
Man alive; I haven’t listened to it for a while, but if you can make it to 3.25 then there’s surely no going back!!
Who wants to go back?
Not me!
Me neither.
Except if I’ve left something in a room I’ve just been in…then I go back and get it…but it’s not like I just go back in the room and stand there blanky…except if I’ve forgotten what the thing I went back in the room to get was……I think that clears that up.
What about when you are leaving and you suddenly think you forgot to turn something off or lock something… and you have to go back…???
Well that would depend on what is left on or unlocked…if I left the gun on the floor and the door to the playpen unlocked, I would go back for that.
I am sure there are other things.
None that spring to mind…
You need to make your mind springier…