A haunting poem in time for Halloween.... I know some lonely Houses off the Road A Robberd like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low, Inviting to— A Portico, Where two could creep— One—hand the Tools— The other peep— To make sure Alls Asleep— Old fashioned eyes— Not easy to surprise! How orderly the Kitchend look, by night, With just a Clock— But they could gag the Tick— And Mice wont bark— And so the Walls—dont tell— None—will— A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir— An Almanacs aware— Was it the Mat—winked, Or a Nervous Star? The Moon—slides down the stair, To see whos there! Theres plunder—where— Tankard, or Spoon— Earring—or Stone— A Watch—Some Ancient Brooch To match the Grandmama— Staid sleeping—there— Day—rattles—too Stealths—slow— The Sun has got as far As the third Sycamore— Screams Chanticleer Whos there? And Echoes—Trains away, Sneer—Where! While the old Couple, just astir, Fancy the Sunrise—left the door ajar!
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 15:34:00 +0000
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