The House On the Hill
The house on the hill
stood spooky and gave me a chill,
ominous looking for a thrill,
no one lived there because of a kill,
the body was found next to the barbecue grill,
it was the owner of the next door mill,
beaten to a pulp and recognized as Bill,
some saw his ghost at the windowsill,
staring as if it swallowed a pill,
looking palid with haunting eyes and ill.
Copyright © Sonia Walker | Year Posted 2017
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