Synopsis: On a hot summer day, a man in a heavy coat sold Tim Prasil a timeworn manuscript of 100 limericks purported to have been penned by Edgar Allan Poe. Prasil has never been able to prove or disprove the true authorship. Is it possible that the often-melancholy Poe dabbled in writing limericks? Decide for yourself as you page through these mostly silly--occasionally spooky and serious--glimpses of Poe's work, his life, and his world.