Knock Knock Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Knock Knock



Knock knock
Knock on the door I do hear.
Knock Knock who could be there
I'm not ready to be a host.
I just wonder could it be a ghost.
I go to the door, but no one is there.
Now should I be scared.
Knock knock i hear again
Where is it coming from i do dispose
I hear it but don't see it.
Knock knock goes the rocking chair

Sunday, October 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: door
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