Gently Rapping

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.

Stop! Hammertime.

Stop! Hammertime. But ... you know ... gently.

“‘T’is MC Hammer,” I muttered, “rapping at my chamber door —
MC Hammer, and nothing more.”