Once upon a midday dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious e-mail from the day before—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my patio door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my patio door—
Only this and nothing more.”
