House 155 Poem by Jose Duran

Once upon a midnight dreary
Where light was
Weak and weary

Ghost and goblins Run to
House 155 in Mary
Trick or treat
Was there story

Until their
End was gory

The thunder clapped, lightening flashed.
they heard an evil cackle
A ruby liquid filled the house of 155

House 155
Go in but
not out alive
say trick our treat
a sure way to not survive

on all hollows eve
the house Zombies revive

A diabolical plan
They will contrive

To wait for the
Ghost and goblins to connive

Parent of ghost asking
'What happens to my seeds
tell me all me more'

Will the goblins live?
Qouth the physician nevermore

On Halloween
The goblins perish
And nothing more

Goblin that real name
Is john smith
Is now gone
For evermore

A trick or treater of
House 155
Is no more

Do you dare go to
House 155 on Halloween
I hope no one nevermore!