The House on Emmons Lane

A nursery rhyme for wicked boys & girls

“The House on Emmons Lane”

 

There is a house on Emmons Lane

That all good children know.

There is a house on Emmons Lane

Where good children never go.

 

The fence is made of crude cast-iron,

The gate is off its hinge.

The weeds creep up through pavement cracks,

Come right up to the fringe.

 

It has three stories – one, two, three,

It has a widow’s walk.

The wainscoting is peeling off,

The roof tiles like crumbling chalk.

 

The gnarled oak likes to snag your clothes,

The creaking shutters call your name –

Enticing wicked boys and girls

Into the house on Emmons Lane.

 

No one’s lived there for forty years,

No one’s lived there since.

They searched and searched and searched that house

Yet found no evidence.

 

There is a house on Emmons Lane

That all wicked children fear.

There is a house on Emmons Lane

Where wicked children disappear.

 

 

Reviews

[Black Cat Fever]

Scary poem, perfect to get little kids screaming around a campfire. But better yet in front of a house that looks haunted.

[TL Boehm]

This is a great little 'scare' poem. i would actually like to see it continue....maybe one or two more verses...for added effect.
Well done.

[DeeWV]

Scott,

If I were a child this poem would have convinced me to stay away. Sooooo! scarey.
Enjoyed this one much.

DeeWV

[Monday Parker]

Great write!!!! What a picture you have painted! Great job

[Helena]

Ohh nice one....mysterious and it left me wanting more...
Extrememly well done! Thank you for submitting this
to my contest "A Chance to Shine" ~ Helena

[W.k.kortas]

James Whitcomb Riley, updated. Very, very nicely done.

[Samuel Dickens]

Oooo, spooky--I like it. Actually, it sounds like the kind of place you couldn't have kept me out of when I was a kid....in the daytime, at least. At night---forget about it!

[Janet Davis]

"The weeds creep up through pavement cracks" -- excellent line. Really, quite brilliant.