((rough draft))

While I ponder weak and weary,
Words to write all bleak and dreary;
There came a sound of someone tapping,
Keeping rhythm, gently rapping.
The def MC: Edgar Allan Poe
Conjuring a world filled with woe.
Inspiration! It does bestow.
To add my words upon his flow.
He won’t catch me nearly napping,
‘Round the track, I’ll be lapping.
On this grey day, the mist is eerie,
So warm yourself by the fire, dearie