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house 155
Contributed by
JOSEJAD
on
Tuesday, 30th October 2012 @ 03:23:01 PM in AEST
Topic:
Holiday Poetry
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Once apon a midnight dreary
Where light was
Weak and weary
Ghost and goblins Run to
House 155 in Mary
Trick or treat
Was there story
Until their
End was gory
The thunder clapped, lightening flashed.
they heard an evil cackle
A ruby liquid filled the house of 155
House 155
Go in but
not out alive
say trick our treat
a sure way to not survive
on hollows eve the house
Zombies revive
A diabolical plan
They will contrive
To wait for the
Ghost and goblins to connive
Parent of ghost asking
“What happens to my seeds
tell me all me more”
Will the goblins live?
Qouth the physician nevermore
On Halloween
The goblins perish
And nothing more
Goblin that real name
Is john smith
Is now gone
For evermore
A trick or treater of
House 155
Is no more
Do you dare go to
House 155 on Halloween
I hope no one nevermore!
Copyright ©
JOSEJAD
... [
2012-10-30 15:23:01] (Date/Time posted on
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