The Private Cellar

I crept through the night just like a creepy crawler. The smell of dust mixed in the reek of wine. Lo and behold there was a crack in a mighty fine line. Dripping and drooling with many more pleasures to be, The darn rats were the nastiest gnawers. Dark and dinghy I continued to look and see, The Private Cellar locked with no key. Back and forth my knees break and bend, Leaning back reaching across the floor I’m at my end. Walls and tunnels with no light in sight, Lo and behold I’m a match to light in flight. Panting and hissing with many more needs to please, The darn bats were the trickiest thieves. Cold and sweaty I continued to be a crook. The Private Cellar is where I found the baited hooks.