184. Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon an evening dreary, while we podded pleased but weary, over a single ne’er-forgotten piece of American lore, while I nodded, nearly boisterous at my co-host’s use of “moisturous” suddenly there came a WHaM! For next came a fun fact.

This is the story of Edgar Allan Poe. Come for the ghost, stay for dripping strength, rejected mortally speaking, I have spun such a tale, an auspicious day for both of us, bubble gum flavor, the Simon Cowell of the 19th century, this one is Simpsons good, and stunt double ghosts.