David Morice rewrote Edgar Allan Poe’s poem The Raven in words of one syllable. Here is the first stanza:
Once at twelve on one night’s drear, ’twas while I, weak and tired thought here
On the words in lots of quaint and odd old tomes of mind’s lost lore,
While I dozed, so near a nap, there came but then a soft, quick tap,
As of one who made a rap, a rap at my front room’s closed door.
“‘Tis some guest,” I spoke, voice low, “who taps at my front room’s closed door,
Well, Just this, and not much more.”
Morice’s entire poem is available here.
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