Mary Dunwich quoth: Once upon a teatime dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over a creepy audiobook from Librivox's online store, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my patio door. "Aargh!" I shouted, jumping sharply, "What the Hell's that? Tapping, tapping, Tapping at my patio door!" Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a podgy dodo of the rancid days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, stood and pooed upon my floor. "Damn!" I swore, "that will take scrubbing! Stoop I must to clean my floor, "Lest that stains it evermore." I've really got to stop listening to all these horror audiobooks, I think they're starting to have an effect on me. Scooping Dodgson up in my arms, I stepped over the pile of dodo-poo and went to tuck him up in his coop for the night.
May Contain Traces of Dodo, Part 37: Too much Poe and too much poo
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