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My Chamber
Once within the blackened night, as I thought about my plight, mayhap to fling a firkin...
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Destined to be a classic. Yeah, Right! If you look up the word doggrel, other than finding that it is misspelled here, you will also find this poem as the explanation of the word! *Bigsmile* Go gently with this one because it is pure tongue-in-cheek!


                             My Chamber

Once within the blackened night, as I thought about my plight
Mayhap to fling a firkin against the sanctity of my door
And what I thought was a firkin, turned out to be Gerken
Who was gently jerking , jerking out my dresser drawer
Jerking out my dresser drawer, spreading socks upon the floor.
                                       Spreading socks upon the floor

Then a strange thing occurred when in flew a dirty bird
And grunted a deposit upon my chamber floor
And though his words were straight, his meaning was opaque
For that dirty rake, into my room did soar
Just to wake me by his beating on my chamber door?
                                       Beating on my chamber door

Then one came slightly slouching, and a little crouching
As he came in through my chamber’s open port
He was really scratching and I wondered if it was catching
As he stumbled in and slammed me with a snide retort
And his color was a mixture, a meld of sorts
                                       A multicolored meld of sorts

He tried to encourage, though his words only discouraged
And I wondered why such as he should come my way
My fortitude was gone, clean to the bone
I doubted if I could make it to the end of day
And I wondered at his cost and just how much I’d have to pay.
                                       Just how much I’d have to pay

I’m happy this tale is done, long before the setting sun
A ghastly tale I’ve recited many times before
A tale of many strange events, and love’s last lament
But now it’s locked away in permanent store
And the telling of it has always been a chore
                                       Now will be told NEVERMORE!



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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open" in this poem:
         Mayhap...Opaque...Meld...Fortitude...Discourage...Sanctity
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