The Strange and Gray House-
The Strange And Gray House-
Whose house is this? I think I know?
This the strange and gray house
Why does it tauntingly glow?
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.
He gives his house a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake;
Spiders and mouses, run in and out of;
This the strange and gray house is;
Spooky ooh wee looky;
What's that over there;
Did you see all that hair;
The house glowing strange, gray deep;
As he has promises to keep;
Never then he shall not sleep;
He lies in bed with ducts that weeps;
He rises from his bitter bed;
With thoughts of sadness in his head;
He idolizes being not alive, dead;
Facing the day with never ending dread;
This the strange and gray house is
4/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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