Once upon a midnight dreary, as I spit this weak and weary,
I will choke this joker with a trochee till his cheeks are teary! (Ahh!)
But y'all don't hear me, all should fear me!
I'll forever be better, you'll never be near me,
Your books are as eerie as Beverly Cleary!
You're a faux Bram Stoker, so scram, the show's over.
Your flow's so-so, Poe's poems pwn posers! (oh snap!)
I wrote them locked in a cave, while I sobbed in a rage.
The Tell-Tale Heart beats soft in its grave, while this jerk just beats off on a page!
Cool mustache, Wario