Cat Guards Haunted Mansion
There is an old hag that guards the way, she’s a witch, I think.
This was told to me by a child with large eyes and cheeks so pink
I wanted to climb up those stairs to the haunted mansion anyway.
So, I ignored her warnings at the end of this Halloween day.
The black cat I met at the bottom gave me an insane stare.
I felt he could bite my arm off and would not even care.
What is your name? I asked, thinking to make conversation.
He snarled and clawed me on my foot without hesitation.
I shrieked and screamed and wailed and ran from the steps.
He was on me like a thrown bit of dynamite said my cousin Peps.
I was so horrified, that I was not sure what had happened in truth.
You were screaming like a banshee baby said my cousin Ruth.
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