Once upon a midnight dreary

I sat and pondered. I did. Really.
When who should knock upon my door?
Why my great friend, Philip Stonimore!
"Philip, my friend, sit and chat!"
But Philip feel. Stiff and flat.
Philip was dead and a knife stuck forth
and it bore the insignia "MEATLOAF"

Meatloaf!! What a horrible thing!
He killed my good friend
(Prob'ly with a grin)
Meatloaf! I swear to you, my horrible enenimy!
I hunt you down and KICK YOUR FAT ASS