Apartment 12b

Apartment 12B; Has been empty almost a year, Last tenants two kids, their mom, and two cats, They lived their almost a year and a half, There is a faint smell of cigarettes still wafting around, There is a battered couch and a thin rickety chair, A wall still needs painted where some kid scribbled with a blue crayon, Some rollerblade tracks lead to the door, A rose now dried lays on the counter, The apartment once loved now has a slightly gloomy atmosphere, A single alphabet block lays in a corner forgotten, It's a hundred dollars a week, But he might cut you a deal, Did I mention it has a certain spooky appeal, Cobwebs in the corners, A black cat near the door, Staying and mousing, Till its owners come home once more.