Over many a yells and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While ray nodded, nearly snapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As he violently was grappling one not so gently grappling, grappling behind the elevator door.
`'Take dat,' he muttered, ` grappling behind the elevator door -
" and this, and some more."
Ah, the nfl did something come early September,
when they finally did remember , it doesn't look good when a girl is knocked out on the floor.
Eagerly they wished for a tomorrow; - where TMZ wouldn't let us borrow
the video of ray rices sorrow - sorrow for the girl on the floor -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom was lying on the floor -
on the floor for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain , ray wouldn't walk again through that purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with my fantasy stats like before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some one else whom grappled behind the elevator door -
Some one else not on my fantasy team grappled behind the elevator door ; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently the press grew stronger; NFL hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' they said, `you will receive no forgiveness this im sure;
But the fact is you were grappling, and that girl surely was not napping,
And so violently you two were grappling, grappled behind the elevator door ,
That I scarce was sure ' - the video would surface no more; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into the internet peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the TMZ gave a token,
And the only word there spoken was "a raven no more!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the words "no more!"
Merely this and we were sure.
Back into the fantasy table mourning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a report somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely my stats wont take a beating at such an increase;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis then ill not win another fantasy game no more!'
Over here ray rice began to stutter, as the news came with a flutter,
there stepped a fired Raven, gone were his days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, did he regret grappling behind the elevator door—
Perched upon a couch worth thousands—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then his ebony bride sat fancy into smiling,
By the grave and bleak situation that had occur,
`There rice sat craven, to once again be a raven.
if only he didn't grapple behind the elevator door -
That night at the Jersey shore!'
you'll be a raven, `Nevermore.'
Much the media marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever should be laid out on the floor -
like a beast grappling behind the elevator door,
With such name as ray rice `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on his expensive couch, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did out pour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a "shit" did he sputter -
Till we could hear every one mutter, on my fantasy draft no more -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
he shall be on fantasy drafts, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken, no reply for rice was spoken,
“Doubtless,” that an apology would be award
Caught doing some vulgar Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his jersey was in no store—
Till the dirges of his Hope that wed forget began to sore
Oh "we will like you" ‘Never—nevermore’.”
