In the Haunted House


in the haunted house
i came upon a little mouse
i named it squeaky
but that was very freaky
then i walked some more
i realized these people must be poor
the furniture was really dusty
but then yet, it was very rusty
i came upon some books
one's label read "witch's hooks"
so i took a peek at it
then i had a fit
i got really scared
i had the guts to read it
it was witch's spells
i screamed and ran
then i got to my house
all i could think about was that little mouse
i knew i would never forget the haunted house

created by jessica 4-2-00


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