Poe, Mr. T style: Once upon a midnight dreary, while the darn T pondered, weak and weary, Over Helluva a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While Hannibal nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of Helluva one gently rapping, rapping at that darn Faceman's chamber door. "'Tis Helluva visitor," Mr.T muttered, "tapping at Murdock's chamber door- Only 'dis, and nothing Helluva ." |