The Senior (parody the Raven- Edgar Allen Poe)

Once upon a school-day dreary, while I studied, weak and weary,

Over many a long and tedious chapter of old English lore--

While I nodded, nearly dreaming,

Suddenly there came a ringing

As of someone loudly screaming, screaming out the classroom door.

"'Tis some junior club," I muttered,

"Screaming out the classroom door--

Only them and nothing more."

Open here I flung the window, when,

Like only a desperate weirdo

In there climbed a uniformed Senior then collapsing on the floor;

Not the least of noises made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, determined to be late he

Perched atop the filing drawer

Perched upon an old test folder just atop the filing drawer

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

"Prophet!" Said I, "thing of evil!--

Prophet still, if man or devil!

By that college that looms before us--

By that grade we both adore--

Tell this soul with sorrow laden,

Is this class you disobeyed in

Worth the work for the grade you made in

Can you do the work, mentor?

Will you give the time and effort for a better grade, mentor?"

Quoth the Senior "Nevermore."

And the Senior, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the long-null old test file there atop the filing drawer.

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is scheming

And the lightbulb o'er him gleaming

Throws his shadow on the floor.

And my soul from out his shadow that lies looming o'er the floor

Shall be lifted--

Nevermore.