TS Eliot, "Rhapsody on a Windy Night"
Threw everyone a curve with a poem instead of actual lyrics to a song.
New one:
"Good evening, and welcome to a private showing of three paintings, displayed here for the first time. Each is a collectors' item in its own way - not because of any special artistic quality, but because each captures on a canvas, and suspends in time and space, a frozen moment of a nightmare."