Memento Mori

So! We got bored in class today, during poetry recitation, and I started doing a parody of The Raven (Edgar Allan Poe) regarding cheese curls. Yes. Cheese curls.
The results of what happened may be found here.

The Cheese Curls
(parody of The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe)

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I ate my cheese curls,
Over many a quantity and crunchy bag of cheese curls,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my cheese curls.
`’Tis some rat,’ I muttered, `tapping at my cheese curls -
Only my cheese curls, and nothing more.’

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying cheese curl wrought its cheese upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my cheese curls surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant cheese curl whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple cheese curl,
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic flavors never tasted before;
So that now, to still the growls of my belly, I stood eating
`’Tis some mouse entreating entrance at my bag of cheese curls -
Some late mouse entreating entrance at my bag of cheese curls; -
This it is, and nothing more,’

Presently my hunger grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
‘Rat,’ said I, `or Mouse, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was eating, and so gently you came beating,
And so faintly you came repeating, beating at my cheese curls,
That I scarce was sure I heard you’ - here I opened wide the bag -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there hungry, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming of cheese curls no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Cheese!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back a word, `Curls!’
Merely this and nothing more.