Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered music theory,
Wishing that I could decipher the dots and doodles of music score,
While I sat, nearly napping, suddenly there came a rapping,
As if some horrid bird came tapping, flapping at my chamber door.
’What the heck?’ I muttered, `What’s that clacking at my chamber door?
’Tis the vino, and nothing more.’
Presently the noise grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, so tell me why the heck you’re tapping,
What could possibly be trapping your attention to my chamber door?
And with an indignant flourish did I open wide the door!
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
But as my eyes did then descend, I found a card for Halloweekend
Describing spooky goings on inside Gist Piano Center’s door.
With a rush, did I abscond with the card and costume on
Intent upon the piano store.
And the card, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the rubber welcome mat just outside your chamber door;
Should you dare to test your nerve on October 23
You’ll save yourself from boredom – that’s for sure!
Then with scary stories, costumes and tricky treats galore
You’ll be melancholy… nevermore!