Don’t Slam The Door, Nevermore
On a Sunday, dark and early, I was feeling kind of squirrely,
The reason being, I had set my clock ahead the night before.
I searched about me, tummy grumbling, hungry, thirsty, nearly stumbling,
When I heard a stranger softly mumbling, mumbling softly, nothing more.
Then suddenly I saw before me, a scribbled sign upon a diner door.
I wondered what the sign was for.
Into the darkness I stood squinting, hoping that the sign was hinting,
Hinting of such lovely dreams, dreams of breakfast meals of long-forgotten yore.
As I stared, the darkness lightened, and with my vision newly heightened
I could read the words quite clearly, the words written upon the diner door.
They said, “Come in”, that’s right, “Come In. Come in but please don’t slam the door.”
Only this, and nothing more.
Eagerly I climbed the stairway, up the steps right to the doorway,
I looked inside, and saw the people eating, eating breakfast as I reached the door.
All of them were happy munching, I could hear them gayly crunching,
Breakfasting, as yet not lunching, as I lunged right through the diner door.
“I must have breakfast,” was my only thought as I slammed the diner door.
I heard behind me, the slamming of the diner door.
Suddenly all eyes were on me, I could feel their gaze upon me,
Wondering who came so roughly slamming through the diner door.
“Hey there” yelled a voice so gruffly, “Whatcha mean coming in so roughly?
Didn’t ya read the sign wrote up so clearly, clearly on the diner door?”
Realization came upon me, I begged forgiveness, forgiveness for slamming the diner door.
And I promised I would slam it nevermore.
“Nevermore?”, the boss demanded. I felt sorely reprimanded
For having roughly come in slamming, cruelly slamming the diner door.
Suddenly, the silence broken, he forgave with words unspoken
And offered me a breafast stately, thus relieveing greatly my dread from just before.
So I humbly, penitently swore off slamming of the owner’s diner door forever more
I promised I would slam it nevermore.