A group of writers enters a bar room. One of them breaks away and goes to the bar.
“Who are you?” the bartender asks. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in here before.”
“I’m a Poe boy.”
“Poe boy?”
Poe nods. At that moment a back bird flies into the room and lands on the bar.
“Who’s this?” the bartender asks.
“He’s just a Poe boy from a Poe family,” the black bird says.
“Nevermore!” the bartender yells, taking out a shotgun. “I’ve had it with you writers and your puns. Nevermore.”
Poe turns to the black bird, “I think he’s stark raven mad.”
Nobody remembers exactly what happened next.
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