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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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