As the flowers died.
The skeleton heads lied.
The tiger’s stripes were as black as the night sky.
The trees are tall and gloomy like a gigantic firefly.
The horrifying, haunting house was dancing on chicken legs.
The witch in the house is making a brew filled with dregs.
As the tiger sat on the Fresh green grass, the crows played around.
Making a horrifying death sound.
The smoke from the chimney is like an old man smoking.
Causing terrible choking.
The silly scary skull scaring.
Whilst its red eyes are glaring.
The old rusty ladder is like somebody’s crazy life.
Scaring me like a rusty knife.
The old rusty fence looks like crochet.
Here, I do not want to stay.
One reply on “A house on chicken legs”
amazing poem. your poem made me imagine it in my head because it was very detailed! Amazing work gunnet