The Haunted Mansion Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

THERE IS A HAUNTED HOUSE THAT SITS
BEHIND THE MANSION ON THE HILL
WITH A SIGH THAT READ
COME AT YOUR OWN WILL
AND P.S IF YOU DARE
NOW LEGENDS HAVE IT
THAT GHOST AND WITCHES FLY AROUND
ABOVE THE STAIRS WITHOUT A CARE
ONLY TO SPOOK YOU
WHEN YOU CLIMB UP THERE
ALONG WITH THE PICTURE IN THE HALL
WITH THE TWO EYES FOLLOWING YOU
WHEN YOU WALK ON THROUGH
WHILE SKELETONS CHASING YOU
AS YOU HIDE BEHIND THE CURTAINS SHIVERING
WONDERING WHY YOU EVER CAME
DOWN HAUNTED HOUSE LANE
NOW THE WEREWOLFS ARE HUNGRY
WANTING YOUR BLOOD
AND THE BATS UPSET THAT YOU WOKE THEM
IN THERE NIGHT ALLOWING SOME LIGHT
WHEN YOU HID IN THE ATTIC
WHICH WAS THERE SPOT AND NOW THERE
HOUNDING YOU
UNTIL YOU RUN FOR THE DOOR
TRYING TO GET OUT ONCE MORE
OUT OF THE HAUNTED HOUSE
THAT SIT BEHIND
THE MANSION ON THE HILL
WITH THE SIGN THAT STILL READ
COME AT YOUR OWN WILL
AND PS IF YOU DARE