There was something strange going on in the house.
Everyone seemed quiet as a mouse.
I was a little uneasy walking through the living room
when I heard somewhat of a boom, boom.
To my surprise, standing at the top of the stairs
was old Mrs. McClurry, dressed in her wares.
Dressed for dinner in a mink coat long to the floor,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem