|Grandma's Haunted House
Author: Iota PM
This is a cute poem I wrote for my lit class back in junior high... My grandma's house is not haunted, but I needed something with onomatopoeia.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 234 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 11-26-04 - id: 1768861
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Grandma's Haunted House
I have heard that people say
Ghosts and ghouls live and play
At my Grandma's big, old house,
But all I've seen is a little mouse.
Sure, the door creaks,
And part of the roof leaks.
You can hear its loud "drip-drops"
And its occasional "plip-plops."
She has creaking stairs,
And dusty chairs,
And an attic closed for years.
(Not to mention the ratty sheers.)
Do these noises mean
What I haven't seen,
That I've heard people say,
At Grandma's house, the ghosts play?
Still, I hear, in the dark of night,
In the dead of night before the light,
A ghostly howl,
A fearful yowl.
I chills me to the bone
To hear his fearful moan,
Wishing I could help
Instead of listening to him yelp.
Now, I know it is true -
The attic is my clue -
What people whisper to each-other
(Everyone except my mother).
A squeaking door,
A creaking floor,
A mournful yowl,
And a ghostly howl.
At my Grandma's big, old house
Lives an adorable little mouse,
And in the attic above the stairs
Stay the ghosts with all their cares.
It's really true what people say
'Bout ghosts and ghouls that play
In my Grandma's big, old house
With the little mouse.