Grandma Grumps House
There are ghosts in her closets, ghouls on her stair.
If you visit my grandma grump, it is best you beware.
I’ve seen a see-through body with half a head.
It looked curiously like my deceased cousin, Little Ned.
No one else has seen these ghosts, it is a fact, and true.
I know this is curious and peculiar to me too.
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