Mr. *ahem*

I altered the teacher's name, for safety's sake.


A raven's flight, in darker times,
Prompted all new omens and signs
Prophets groaned and preachers wailed
In 'protecting the people' they would not fail!

In present times, the ebony flitter
Inspires in our hearts a flutter and twitter
He's not an omen, but a sweet lullaby
For he has come to eat Mr. Bobby's eyes

Then his ears, for without them, he
Cannot hear the cacaphony
The voices of those who want him dead
(All that are left are the ones in his head)

His voice box next, for without it, he
Cannot rave or drone at me
While I sleep, snug in my chair
With the peppermints that were my share

Ah, Mr. Bobby, I knew him well!
His distinct repeating of his bell!
And now he lies, cold underground,
Raving to whatever maggots can be found

Don't force rhyme, expand rhyming styles. Does this have a Poe influence?

Yes, there was a Poe influence, mostly with the raven theme.

Yes, it seemed very forced to me, but it's always nice to get rants out, no? All I can recommend is don't show this poem to him! lol

Wiggy

Morbid, twisted, and funny.

Yes, the rhyme was pretty forced in several parts, but this poem was meant to be entertaining rather than a serious piece, no?

Yeah, I was laughing really hard when I wrote it. I actually scared some people with it--apparently they thought I didn't have that kind of stuff in me.

I never liked the word "cacaphony"...

Oh well. Yay! Gouging out teacher's eyes! And don't we all have a secret part of ourselves?