There once was a boy named Jim
His house was awfully grim
But he loved to run and play
That is, until that terribly dreadful day
Poor Jim fell ill, and the doctors knew not what to do
Dear Jim was gone, and his parents left wherethrough
Now walk through the old house, and just take a look
Hear the echos of every footstep you took
See the portraits there, hung high on the wall
But wait, what was that sound far down the hall
You think, could there possibly be someone here
And out of nowhere a young boy does appear
Is it Jim? I do so daresay
And he asks 'Mister, would you like to play? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
umm, creepy.....and clever