NaPoWriMo; Day 24

Day 24

Prompt: write a parody or satire based on another poem. I'm using The Raven by E.A. Poe as it is one of my favorites, though I'm sure I won't do it justice. I kept a lot of Poe's old lines or pieces of lines and just modified it to fit my story. Of course Poe's is better and I couldn't write mine as long as his. So mine is 5 stanzas while the original is 18.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a boring volume of lecture notes spread across the floor—

    While I sat there, so close to sleeping, suddenly there came a thumping,

As of my neighbors partying, loudly partying next door.

“’Tis not that loud,” I muttered, “really they are quiet, the sounds coming from next door—

            Almost inaudible and nothing more.”

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak February;

And I had to rise early the next morning to go on a tour.

    Eagerly I wished for slumber;—but sleep was quiet encumbered

    By the noises emanating — emanating from next door—

No though I searched for it without ceasing I could not find that sweet slumber—

            Nameless here for evermore.

    And the bass pounding from the music

Riled me—filled my room with tremendous noises never heard before;

    So that now, to find sleep, I lay repeating

    “’Tis really not that loud the sounds emanating from next door—

Some soft music quietly seeping from next door;—

            This it is and nothing more.”

    Presently my desire grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Please,” said I, “be quiet, so that I may get some sleep I implore;

    But the fact is you are partying, and I ought to be sleeping,

    And so barely your music was pounding, pounding from next door,

But of this I suspect you were unaware”—here music seemed to cease from next door;—

            But it was only a pause and nothing more.

    And the music, never ceasing, persists pounding, persists pounding

Through the wall between my bed and my neighbors next door;

    And the music has all the seeming of a party that is teeming,

    And the speakers pound the music still louder than before;

And my slumber during that loud music thumping next door

            Shall be found—nevermore!

-Sharon