Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore —
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“‘Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door —
OK it wasn’t the Raven, but a pheasant sitting on our window sill at the Alton Towers Hotel last weekend.
‘I’ve never been so close to a pheasant before’ quoth the Powder Monkey
‘you were when we ate one’ I replied.
I made sure the window was well fastened I didn’t want to come back and discover he’d invited his mates round to scoff the complimentary biscuits.