Cold winds blew through the cracks
Sounding like a mad wolves howl
Upon the wall was a bloody ax
Outside I could hear the hoot of an owl
This place was a living nightmare
Filled with the scent of dead newt
My heart was filled with despair
Trembling in my boots
Spending my money on a haunted house
When I'm afraid of a two-inch mouse
3 comments:
Hahahahahaha, Terry, I love this!
You and me both, not much into haunted houses. I like the descriptions in this one! :)
Your rhyming is flawless, my dear. And your wit and humor, priceless. ;) (chuckle, chuckle)
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