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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.
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Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 8:47 PM UTC
Late December Night
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
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Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 8:47 PM UTC
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