| BELL VERSE |
| V Lift the cases of bass bells-- Heavy bells! What a toll on hernias their heftiness foretells! How they clunk, clunk, clunk, In the back of ringers' trunks! While the cars that so convey All the players, on their way With a silence just like monks; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of insane rhyme, Til the pre-performance, warm-up quells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells-- From the clanking and the clunking of bass bells. VI Hear the piercing upper bells, Tiny bells! What a frequency their pealing dispels! On the dreaded concert day How they strike out and flay Their higher-pitch'ed notes, Out of tune, What a searing sound emotes To a parishioner who listens, as she votes To flee the room! Oh, from out the sounding tells, What a flood of cacophany painfully swells! It propels! It impels On the eardrum! How it yells At the brainstem that repells From the blaring and the striking Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells-- To the crashing and the smashing of upper bells! |
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| THE BELLS (Previously Unpublished Stanzas V and VI) By Edgar Allen Poe |
| If you throughly enjoyed the above verse or simply would like to waste more time reading similar poetic nonsense try these offerings: Twas the Day of the Concert or The Bell Not Stricken. There is also a clever Shakespearean bell verse. Finally, there are distorted versions of famous poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Walt Whitman retitled How Do I Pluck Thee? and A Song for Four-in-Hand, respectively. |
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