HOW MANY PEOPLE CAN ROLL OVER IN THEIR GRAVE AT ONCE?
So, first asimaiyat took William Carlos Williams and MADE HIS MOST FAMOUS POEM INTO A FABULOUS WHITE COLLAR FIC. And this filled me with such glee that I was forced to take an old classic, Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven, and, uh, twist it to my own dirty OT3 ways:
The Anklet
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I languished, weak and weary
'pon the bench of a cold prison cell I'd sought to leave before
There came the sound of papers, twisting through the air like rapiers,
Papers spelling out my freedom from these tick-marked walls of yore
"Shall I stay in here," I muttered, "left to rot just like before?"
Quoth Agent Peter: nevermore!
I stepped into sunlight blinding, already full of plots unwinding
ways to shake my obligation and turn to crime forevermore,
But old Peter, he was clever, he knew without some leash I'd never
shake my compulsion, aye, my tether to the thieving I adore
Thus he bound me, so whenever I 'ere too far beyond my door
Quote the anklet: nevermore!
To the sharp rule-bending chase to each as yet unsolved case
I turned to quench my boredom, and found it to be a cure
And it came to my attention (perhaps it does not bear to mention)
That my own captor's body I had now come to adore
And I wanted just to touch it, that rough body I adore
Only this, and nothing more.
But my fantasy was seasoned when at last I turned to reason;
He was married, curse the fates, to a love that came before.
And so I kept the safest distance, tried to play up my resistance
So I would not succumb to behavior of which he would deplore,
Yes, behavior of which even my OWN heart would deplore
(And it's made bad calls before)
Still--alas!--he came to trust me and one night on a case he brushed me
and I felt his warm erection tap upon my own back door
"Peter," said I, "can you?" and he looked at me, a man who
needed his wife's permission before we tried for something more
"Elizabeth," said Peter, "may we try for something more?"
Quote Elizabeth: for sure!
Now as I ponder, faintly mooning, pressed between my lovers spooning,
The tracker they removed today from upon my ankle sore
I remember faintly thinking that on the day that it stopped blinking
I'd run off to Tahiti, resume my crimes of long before
But leave this family that I've gathered, these people I adore?
Leave them for a life of thievery I surely would abhor?
Quote Neal Caffrey: nevermore.
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NOW...
EVERYONE BLASPHEME A FAMOUS POEM IN THE COMMENTS. GO GO GO GO!
(Alternately: COMMENT WITH FAMOUS POEMS YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE BLASPHEMED. THIS IS A MEME I CAN GET BEHIND, YO.)
The Anklet
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I languished, weak and weary
'pon the bench of a cold prison cell I'd sought to leave before
There came the sound of papers, twisting through the air like rapiers,
Papers spelling out my freedom from these tick-marked walls of yore
"Shall I stay in here," I muttered, "left to rot just like before?"
Quoth Agent Peter: nevermore!
I stepped into sunlight blinding, already full of plots unwinding
ways to shake my obligation and turn to crime forevermore,
But old Peter, he was clever, he knew without some leash I'd never
shake my compulsion, aye, my tether to the thieving I adore
Thus he bound me, so whenever I 'ere too far beyond my door
Quote the anklet: nevermore!
To the sharp rule-bending chase to each as yet unsolved case
I turned to quench my boredom, and found it to be a cure
And it came to my attention (perhaps it does not bear to mention)
That my own captor's body I had now come to adore
And I wanted just to touch it, that rough body I adore
Only this, and nothing more.
But my fantasy was seasoned when at last I turned to reason;
He was married, curse the fates, to a love that came before.
And so I kept the safest distance, tried to play up my resistance
So I would not succumb to behavior of which he would deplore,
Yes, behavior of which even my OWN heart would deplore
(And it's made bad calls before)
Still--alas!--he came to trust me and one night on a case he brushed me
and I felt his warm erection tap upon my own back door
"Peter," said I, "can you?" and he looked at me, a man who
needed his wife's permission before we tried for something more
"Elizabeth," said Peter, "may we try for something more?"
Quote Elizabeth: for sure!
Now as I ponder, faintly mooning, pressed between my lovers spooning,
The tracker they removed today from upon my ankle sore
I remember faintly thinking that on the day that it stopped blinking
I'd run off to Tahiti, resume my crimes of long before
But leave this family that I've gathered, these people I adore?
Leave them for a life of thievery I surely would abhor?
Quote Neal Caffrey: nevermore.
---
NOW...
EVERYONE BLASPHEME A FAMOUS POEM IN THE COMMENTS. GO GO GO GO!
(Alternately: COMMENT WITH FAMOUS POEMS YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE BLASPHEMED. THIS IS A MEME I CAN GET BEHIND, YO.)