Pen-Ing a Poem
and the wise owl said;
I’m looking at you, that is who
Don’t try to hide, I know you have lied
You try to pretend with that silly grin
but your head will spin when they take you in.
You’ll spend some time for the cheating crime
Stealing his pen name, cost him his fame
Identity thief stole all that he had left
Changing his works to meet your quirks
You quoted the raven and penned as a craven
Now that you did, Poe’s lore is nevermore
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