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To Anna, The Girl In Front Of Me Who Stole My Joke In York Hall

Written by: Aniela Drumonde

Aniela Drumonde

It was many and many a class ago,
In a college by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Anna B Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to hate and be hated by me.

I was a student and she was a thief,
In this college by the sea,
But I fought with a hate that was more than disgust —
I to that Anna B Lee —
With such a hate that the tailèd demons of hell
Coveted what she did to me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this college by the sea,
A comment flew out of the mouth of
Duplicitous Anna B Lee;
A comment that was said so quiet
Muttered from the ignorant me,
She repeated to raucous laughter
In this college by the sea.

The demons, not half so happy in hell,
Envied her inauthenticity —
Yes!—that was the reason (as all students know,
In this college by the sea)
My blood ran hot and the image came to me:
Chilling and killing that Anna B Lee.

But my hate it was stronger by far than the disgust
Of those purported as sworn enemies —
Of many far vapid than she —
And neither the demons in hell below
Nor the angels up above the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the damnèd Anna B Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the wicked Anna B Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the rotten Anna B Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I think almost seizing,
Of that brazen — that hated — my death and displeasing,
In her chair there in front of me —
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

EIC Elect at The MQ

Former Editor-in-Chief. Like an ouroboros, her jokes consume themselves until no one knows whether they were ever funny. But they are.

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