The Platypus (à la Poe)

poetry by Vagrant Gautam

Instead of meeting a raven, Edgar Allan Poe meets Phineas and Ferb's Perry the Platypus, aka Agent P.


Then this egg-laying mammalian moving my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the brown fedora it wore, "Though thy temple be capped and hidden, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Sage, mysterious Platypus wandering from the Tasmanian shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Per the platypus "Agent P."