HAUNTED HOUSE
The stairs didn't stare,The carpet rolled up.
The floorboards creaked,
The tap sprung a leak.
The door slammed shut,
The walls got plastered.
The windows shut up,
The rocking chair rocked.
The house couldn't speak,
All because;
The mouse gave a squeak.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley

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Written on 2023-07-15 at 00:10




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