Matisyahu and The Raven

Back in high school, my daughter wrote the following poem – with some silly suggestions from me – about a Matisyahu concert we attended at the 930 Club in DC. She wrote it mirroring the style of Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven. I just stumbled across it and had to share. Enjoy.

Once upon a midnight jammin’, whilst I was a body slammin’,

I was at 930 clubbin’, with Matisyahu, and his over dubbin’.

The crowd was clappin’, my feet a tappin’,

Whilst he weaved his rhythmic rappin’.

Suddenly, I felt a tappin’,

On my shoulder, by a drunk dude yappin’ – Searching for a sudsy score.

He got to bumpin’, and a flubbin’,

In his search for beer-spawned lovin’.

My dad was there, and not amused,

As he watched, the man confused.

In the background, beats were offered,

Without payos, formerly proffered.

The night was great, with many styles fused,

Unfortunately, though, my ears were bruised.

And then it twas time to snore.