There once was an Old Lady that lived down the Lane
She didn't give a **** about what people would say
She would Cook and Bake and Feel full of joy
Until one Late Winter night.
Something didn't go quite right.
With a Clickity Clack
Her cats ran away
Neither did she know
She would never see day.
She forgot the Sweet cookies she left on the stove
And the warm Bread Loaf That would always grow.
Soon she Smelt burning and the house tumbled Down
Poor little Grandma could only Frown
And Now to this day her corpse shall stay
And chase away who ever would came.
Shed scare the caretakers
And Burn them to
And now they say if you go in her house On that cold winter night.
You might as well Pray with all your might.
You'll soon smell the fire That burned that Old Woman
And You'll just stand there. And Keep on cooking.
Well this is my first one. I know its not so good. It kinda just came to me and I had to get it off of my chest.
Basically its about an Old woman that was cooking And soon forgot she was making cookies.
She heard her cats run and relized her house was burning down. And she burned with it. and too this day She remains in that house Haunting who ever dared come in it.
THE END 8D