Ship's Metal Stairs
Living in a house very old,
it was always drafty and cold.
Metal stairs to the basement lead,
from an old pirate's ship they said.
Was this story really told?
On the ship many were sick~dead,
did they all walk the plank in red.
Those metal steps brought real fear,
a bottomless pit was so near.
Dark and dusty I must now head.
The washer~dryer were in here,
clean clothes I needed to appear.
I headed for the metal stairs,
a voice was calling in the airs.
Where are you now going my dear?
Date Written:6/9/2022
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