Need Help...The Raven

[Feralpeg]

My students I'm teaching will be studying Poe's "The Raven" in a couple of weeks. I remember reading a funny version of "The Raven" here on the DIS. I thought the kids might get a kick out of that version once we've studied the original. I tried doing a search, but did not find it. If anyone has a copy, I'd be in your debt!

 

[TheDisneyTraveler06]

My DD studied "The Raven" last year. I'd love to surprise her and print out a copy, too!

 

[doxdogy]

Is this it?

http://www.disboards.com/showthread.php?t=947905&referrerid=&highlight=The+Raven

 

[Feralpeg]

Is this it? Included the link too.

http://www.disboards.com/showthread.php?t=947905&referrerid=&highlight=The+Raven

No. That's the original Poe version. Thanks for trying!

 

[doxdogy]

Sorry I couldn't help. Tells you how many years it has been since I have read "The Raven".

 

[Feralpeg]

I'm bumping this up on the chance someone might know this. Thanks!

 

[mrsv98]

I have one from his cat's point of view, would you like that?

 

[Sirius]

Try this:

http://www.joot.com/dave/writings/raven/

Google: http://www.google.com/search?source...LG,GGLG:2005-41,GGLG:en&q="the+raven"++parody

 

[mrsv98]

Here it is

The End of the Raven
By Edgar Allan Poe’s Cat

On a night quite unenchanting
When the rain was downward slanting
I awakened to the ranting
Of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven
Poe was talking to a Rave
Perched above the chamber door
“Raven’s very tasty,” thought I as I tiptoed o’er the floor
“There is nothing I like more”

Soft upon the rug I treaded,
Calm and carefully I headed
Towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore.
While the Bard and birdie chattered
I made sure that nothing clattered,
Creaked or snapped, or fell, or shattered
As I crossed the corridor,
For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and weird décor
Bric-a-brac and junk galore.

Still the Raven never fluttered, Standing stock still as he uttered
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered
His two cents worth, “Nevermore.”
While this dirge the birdbrain kept up
Oh so silently I crept up
Then I crouched and quickly leapt up,
Pouncing on the feathered bore.
Soon he was a heap of plumage, plus a little blood and gore --
Only this and nothing more.

“Ah!” my pickled poet cried out,
“Pussycat its time I dried out!
Never sat I in my hideout
Talking to a bird before!
How I’ve wallowed in self-pity
While my gallant noble kitty
Put an end to that damned ditty!”
Then I heard him start to snore.
Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor,
Jumped -- and smashed it to the floor.


I love this version! Also, see if you can get your hands on one of the very early episodes of the Simpson's Treehouse of Horror, their Halloween specials. I think it is the first or second one. In it, there is a section with James Earl Jones reading the Raven (true version) with Homer acting it out, it is HYSTERICAL! and I bet it would get the kids to memorize it.

 

[Feralpeg]

Here it is

The End of the Raven
By Edgar Allan Poe’s Cat

On a night quite unenchanting
When the rain was downward slanting
I awakened to the ranting
Of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven
Poe was talking to a Rave
Perched above the chamber door
“Raven’s very tasty,” thought I as I tiptoed o’er the floor
“There is nothing I like more”

Soft upon the rug I treaded,
Calm and carefully I headed
Towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore.
While the Bard and birdie chattered
I made sure that nothing clattered,
Creaked or snapped, or fell, or shattered
As I crossed the corridor,
For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and weird décor
Bric-a-brac and junk galore.

Still the Raven never fluttered, Standing stock still as he uttered
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered
His two cents worth, “Nevermore.”
While this dirge the birdbrain kept up
Oh so silently I crept up
Then I crouched and quickly leapt up,
Pouncing on the feathered bore.
Soon he was a heap of plumage, plus a little blood and gore --
Only this and nothing more.

“Ah!” my pickled poet cried out,
“Pussycat its time I dried out!
Never sat I in my hideout
Talking to a bird before!
How I’ve wallowed in self-pity
While my gallant noble kitty
Put an end to that damned ditty!”
Then I heard him start to snore.
Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor,
Jumped -- and smashed it to the floor.


I love this version! Also, see if you can get your hands on one of the very early episodes of the Simpson's Treehouse of Horror, their Halloween specials. I think it is the first or second one. In it, there is a section with James Earl Jones reading the Raven (true version) with Homer acting it out, it is HYSTERICAL! and I bet it would get the kids to memorize it.

Yes! That's it! Thank you. Thank you all!