There was once a man

Named Edgar A. Poe

Who led a strange life

Filled with sorrow and woe

This man, he wrote poems

Of eerie dark things

And never gave thought

To giving happier writings

If you asked someone back in his time

Who he was

They would’ve said what?

And gone about their little lives

But now he is known

All over the world

But to late for him

Because he’s been dead for some years

He was very poor in his normal life

No one thought he was great

Or was important, like a knife

He was just another plain old man

Unless you looked deeper, were his darkness ran

He had lost his mother

And a lover too

To the sickness tuberculosis

And that’s why he said BOO HOO

 So if your looking for a scary, thrilling ride

Look up Edgar A. Poe, and meet your demise.