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Once upon a midnight dreary
whilest I listened, bored and weary,
to my F.M. stereo
to an all night d.j. show
"Now, " said I, without reservation
"is the time to change the station.
For this show, I have to say,
spins none of the tunes I'd like them to play"
So I searched across the dial
slowly losing heart and smile.
For all the shows were just a bore
bubblegum and nothing more.
Whilest I nodded, nearly collapsing
suddenly there came a gasping
as if someone gently rasping
from the radio that played.
Startled, I pulled the plug to make it silent
yanking tubes, almost violent
Hoping thus to make it expire
but still it played, without its wires.
"Thing," I screamed, "How do you continue
without plug or tube within you?
Stop this madness at once, I implore"
Quoth the F.M., "Nevermore."
Crazy thought I at what I heard
an F.M. talking was absurd.
But still I listened with my own ears
to a voice that filled my mind with fears.
"Thing," I yelled almost insane,
"I've searched your frequencies all in vain
striving just to find a song,
other than Maire of Donny, for so long.
"What ever happened to the Doobie Brothers
the Hendrix Experience and all the others;
Will we hear them like years before?"
Quoth the F.M., "Nevermore."
"Then what of Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young
of Seger and the songs he sung.
Of Trower, Beck, and Jethro Tull?"
I listened as he filled the lull.
"Kid," he said with gasping breath
"I've really tried to do my best
I'm rich and old and dying fast
you should have known it wouldn't last."
Now my heart was sad and broken
I'm hearing the phrases he has just spoken
"Then what hope have I in Bubblegum?
You know I can't take it, I feel so glum."
And please don't tell me "nevermore"
give me some hope, I do implore...
Quoth the F.M., "Listen to W4"
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