THE LONELY HOUSE
I know some lonely houses off the road
A robber d like the look of, --
Wooden barred,
And windows hanging low,
Inviting to
A portico,
Where two could creep:
One hand the tools,
The other peep
To make sure alls asleep.
Old-fashioned eyes,
Not easy to surprise!
How orderly the kitchen d look by night,
With just a clock, --
But they could gag the tick,
And mice won
And so the walls dont tell,
None will.
A pair of spectacles ajar just stir --
An almanacs aware.
Was it the mat winked,
Or a nervous star?
The moon slides down the stair
To see whos there.
Theres plunder, -- where?
Tankard, or spoon,
Earring, or stone,
A watch, some ancient brooch
To match the grandmamma,
Staid sleeping there.
Day rattles, too,
Stealth
The sun has got as far
As the third sycamore.
Screams chanticleer,
Whos there?
And echoes, trains away,
Sneer -- Where?
While the old couple, just astir,
Fancy the sunrise left the door ajar!
I know some lonely houses off the road
A robber d like the look of, --
Wooden barred,
And windows hanging low,
Inviting to
A portico,
Where two could creep:
One hand the tools,
The other peep
To make sure alls asleep.
Old-fashioned eyes,
Not easy to surprise!
How orderly the kitchen d look by night,
With just a clock, --
But they could gag the tick,
And mice won
And so the walls dont tell,
None will.
A pair of spectacles ajar just stir --
An almanacs aware.
Was it the mat winked,
Or a nervous star?
The moon slides down the stair
To see whos there.
Theres plunder, -- where?
Tankard, or spoon,
Earring, or stone,
A watch, some ancient brooch
To match the grandmamma,
Staid sleeping there.
Day rattles, too,
Stealth
The sun has got as far
As the third sycamore.
Screams chanticleer,
Whos there?
And echoes, trains away,
Sneer -- Where?
While the old couple, just astir,
Fancy the sunrise left the door ajar!
