I am the Raven, the Walrus and the Carpenter

Once upon a
stupid bloody Tuesday
suddenly there came a tapping,
As of
seven maids with seven mops
Climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

"I am he,"
the Walrus said,
"and the silken sad uncertain
Pornographic priestess
whom the angels name Lenore."
"I doubt it," said
The eggman.
But answer there came none.

The sun was shining
on the Night's Plutonian shore
You get a tan.
There were no birds to fly.

Quoth the Raven,
"man you should have seen them
Kicking
Edgar Allen Poe."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken
They wept like anything to see
this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous
Elementary penguin
Perched upon a bust of
Hare Krishna
Conveniently low.

I'm crying
weak and weary
I deeply sympathise
if the sun don't come.
Shed a bitter tear
We are all together
Nevermore
The time has come.