House of Horror
Twisted and broken my bones be a jangling.
Crying and screaming for my body be a hanging
Cheers and a chuckling as the klan be a sanging
Music to his ears as the echoes be a ranging
So deep was the South
So cozy was the house
Im cold in the grave
Just a boy for me to save
He was buried and drowned in that cave
Animal on his back ,is what they engraved
If grownups could only behave
I never whistled at her mister but I told you I waved.
Copyright © Thelast Don | Year Posted 2022
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