Poeing

I took my time machine back to 1843 Baltimore and the home of Edgar Allan Poe. Mr. Poe wasn’t there.

At first I was all reverential of the space. But then I lost it and started skipping around and singing, “Nevermore, nevermore, you heard what I said, neeeeverrrmooore!”

That’s when Mr. Poe came home and said, “For the love of Godin, what be the meaning of this intrusion?!”

I thought, “Who’s Godin?”