Ahhh but isnt the Late Show later than the show actually is?
For after all, it is Conan's bouncy hair that splits the latenight.
But still, nevermore, and be still, sometimes is all you need.

*promote

[Part deux]
What happened next on that fateful day is shrouded in much mystery
Since the shopping center was demolished and abolished was all history
I'll tell you the legend and I'll tell it with glee
for it is a legend of one interesting and curious Bee

They say that the girl fell down to her knees and wept
Her tears rolled because of the promise that could not be kept
She'd always gone to extremes, this Pinky-faced lass
This last straw had brought her to a critical mass

Moderation was an Alien Concept to her
and her blood boiled and caused a stir
in her mind she lashed out right and left
like the pale rider was this Lady of Death

Whether this was real or imaginary, few can say
What is known is the legend that haunts us this day
The one she wept for came down to the store
And he shouted to her and unison with the bird, "NEVERMORE"

With that word the girl slumped down
her anger was taken, reduced to a frown
"Look at me, love, look at me now"
and the girl cleared her tears and remembered her vow

"I did this all for you and your joy"
"I know you did, I am a lucky boy"
"How can we stop this from happening again?"
"I know just the thing for this to end"

When the two left the center arm in arm
There had only been minimal harm
and the girl would never be the same
She was now happy, and UsesProzac was her name.

Part two NOW!

In reply to this comment by gwiz665:
It was the day before Christmas in 2008
and people were drawn together by fate
I tell you now a frightening tale
of mischievous horror at a Christmas sale

The day in question started out all right
but then one little girl got everyone in a fright
she was after one present straight from her heart
and found it was sold out, what a pity, none to smart

She grabbed a weapon and loudly exclaimed
"GET ME MY PRESENT OR EVERYONE IS MAIMED!"
The shoppers screamed and fell to the floor
And a stately raven, not craven nor shaven, whispered under its breath: nevermore

[part two to come later]

It was the day before Christmas in 2008
and people were drawn together by fate
I tell you now a frightening tale
of mischievous horror at a Christmas sale

The day in question started out all right
but then one little girl got everyone in a fright
she was after one present straight from her heart
and found it was sold out, what a pity, none to smart

She grabbed a weapon and loudly exclaimed
"GET ME MY PRESENT OR EVERYONE IS MAIMED!"
The shoppers screamed and fell to the floor
And a stately raven, not craven nor shaven, whispered under its breath: nevermore

[part two to come later]

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made she; not a minute stopped or stayed she;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door --
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door --
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore --
Tell me what thy lady's name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Plus Ultra, Raven!

Congrats!

In reply to your comment:
“i love the pink as well!! now let's talk about your fees for redecorating my place!! *big smile*”

I used to do contract web design, but since I became as mad as Poe himself, I'll quote the Raven, "Nevermore!"