Once upon a morning bright While I blinked away the haze surrounding the light Recovering from a night of sleep Brushing away a slumber so deep I heard a rapping, a rapping at my door I thought to myself, "It's just that person tromping around on the upstairs floor." Ah, distinctly I remember the morning, see It was today, July Twenty-three When I was battling my way out of bed And that rapping, rapping entered my head "Go away!" I yelled at my front door "Can't you see I'm not awake yet and will be an incoherent bore?" But still that rapping, rapping persisted Penetrating my thoughts, my sleep wasted I launched myself from my bedroom Feeling with a certain amount of gloom That someone wished me to be conscious With that rapping, rapping that was noxious Dressed in an old t-shirt and flannel pants I muttered, "I'd kill them if I had the chance "For waking me on this fine day When I was supposed to sleep away The morning in its entirety Having been up way too late the night before, you see." And the rapping still was there As I approached the door with feet bare Threw it open and then said, "Yes?" To find two men standing there in quite fine dress Having heard stories recently Of overactive homeland security My heart froze and I thought, "Could this be the day my farm is bought?" Nay, it wasn't, for the gentlemen were polite And after a short speech, they brought to light Their reason for their rapping, rapping on my wall They wished for me to hear the call Of Mormonism, bringing me to their ways of life And delivering me from my strife "No thanks," I said, and cut them off Stifling a healthy cough I resisted the urge to be mean By inviting them in for a beverage alcoholic and green I shut the door and went back to bed Hearing more rapping in my head As they proceeded to homes other than mine And I sat down and typed this stupid rhyme.