Edgar’s Bizarre and Convoluted Hatred

Noted goth Edgar Allan, author of The Raven (not to be confused with "The Crow"), is a strange man with a strange grudge. oh yes he is.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

First, let me tell you about Monty Python’s Knights and what they’re up to. You know the one’s, always uttering that one sound…

Well they’ve moved to a French town on the northern edge of the Pyrenees that according to tourist guides makes up for in location what it lacks in personality. Harsh words.

The knights used their time here to build their shrubberies in which they have put a small horse.

Now this small horse in turn has taken to collecting bundles of money worth £25, which are referred to by one and all in their cockney rhyming slang name.

Now cruel twisted Edgar Allan hates these piles of £25 pounds. He takes his emaciated black clad frame and, with Tim Burton watching, brings his bent leg into the money. “Mwhahahhaa” he cries. Burton is overjoyed as

Po Knees Pau-Ni’s Pony’s Ponies.