it was past midnight when werewolf stepped in,
through creaking door of derelict dungeon,
half moon lit the scraggy forest around,
amongst decapitated trees Owl’s sound!
foot prints guided his destination quest,
ground was soggy that slugs chose to infest,
he opened the main door to great big hall,
was there to attend Franks tea party call!
giant oak table at centre of...
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