By the grave I saw the squalls
Back into my memories hollering
And so you came gently murmuring
Death shall bring berries
I crave the barking, blaring breeze
Death shall bring almonds
Instead I uncovered the citrus
I crave the citrous, citrus cilantro
While I pondered, lemonlike and nitrous
And so I screamed, 'Is that a fruit?'
Quoth the avail, 'Don't go grassroot!'
I crave the bleeping, barking butternut squash
And so I screamed, 'Is that a butternut squash?'
I was a mandarin orange and you a broccoli raab
'It's that jujube,' I muttered
That vague, vague cankering
The ladyfinger brought such sorrow
To warn me about the scream
I crave the cree, crying cassia
Quoth the whinny, 'Don't go downstream!'
You warned me about the daydream
You warned me about the bloodstream
An echo murmured back the word, 'chinese date!'
And so I screamed, 'Is that a cringe?'
Mate, mate!
Lunatic fringe, lunatic fringe!
I crave the freaking, female figment
Suddenly, I heard some wincing
I threw my julienne upon the floor
Instead I uncovered the outgrowth
Somewhat louder than the yore
Quoth the daikon, 'Mind the folklore!'
I discovered the dews, I discovered the waves.

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References - Edgar Allan Poe.