Treasure Island

Fred Babbin

(1925 / Chicago)

Shopping Without Edgar Allan


We will always shopping go
Without Edgar Allan Poe.
We go shopping, hopping, hopping,
From this store to that.
Edgar Allan was a Poe
Who never ever had to go
Shopping.

O.K., and so perhaps I lied,
And so perhaps his lovely bride,
Annabelle Lee and he
Went shopping, like
The rest of us.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011

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  • ngaio beck (2/18/2008 4:12:00 PM)

    Yoy reviewed some of my stuff so I decided to look in.What do Ifind but this little treasure.Good stuff! You're a man after my own heart.(No pun intended, vis-a-vis Poe)
    Ngaio Beck (Report) Reply

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