There was a house
The grass grew wild, for there
was no spouse
Through boarded up windows and
cracks in the wood
The man could be seen, his head
veiled in a hood
It was All Hallows Eve
When he came to the door
With a knife up his sleeve
He was ready for blood and gore
No one could stop him
Not this scary thriller
He was the mass-murderer
The serial killer
Thrice he knocked on that old
wooden door
But there were no sounds in the
lonely house
Nothing could be heard
But the footsteps of a mouse
The victim was asleep
Coolest pumpkin ever!!!!! |
The rest of the family was out,
Partying away as if the night
were their last
“Good”, thought the man
The job will go fast
He opened the door and entered a
room
It was sparkling clean
No need to for a broom
There were jewels on the mantel
Stacks of money in a bowl
The man kept walking
Nothing could move him from his
goal
Past a bedroom he walked
Past a study, a bathroom, a
library stalked
He made no sound as he crept
along
The victim, unaware of his
presence, slept on
Finally the man reached his boon
He saw the victim, illuminated by
the moon
He pulled out the knife, and with
great rigor
Also very epic |
Laid waste to the silent figure
The family came home
And with surprise, they threw up
their arms
There was a knife in their Lucky
Charms
The cereal killer had struck
again
I think you will find that there
is no point to this poem other than to add detail to a bad pun and waste your
time. Are you starting to see a trend among my posts? Happy Halloween.
Also, whoever said they didn't like my blog is very mean. They should get a life. They obviously don't have one if they don't like reading this high quality material.