The Gloomy House At Brickle Place

The house at Brickle Place, 

Its a state of bad repair, 

Curtains always drawn and stained

Weeds are everywhere.

I know there's someone in there,

As the letter box is free,

I can't believe they live like this,

I thank heaven it's not me.

I wish that I could look inside,

Curiosity is strong,

I bet it's full of dark delights,

It might be that I'm wrong.

Who are you in your squalor,

That I walk past every week,

Open up your gloomy doors, 

And let me take a peek. 

Reviews

[Dean Kuch®]

This was fantastic Dean! I loved the flow and rhythm.
Very light hearted and fun read!

[DEAN FARNELL]

Many thanks the house really exists