Poetry Thursday

 Once again, Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided us with a photo for Poetry Thursday.

 

Once again, Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided us with a photo for Poetry Thursday.

Winona had wandered to far from home

It was dark; she was lost and alone

The only house in sight looked haunted, standing in the gloam

So she walked up the steps, opened the door, and said Shalom

The door opened with a mighty creak.

The inside was dusty and bleak

The house had a certain mystique

Winona stepped forward with knees most weak

A thin elderly man approached the corner and asked, “Who are you?”

Shocked, Winona didn’t know what to do

So she decided to say what was true

She was far away from home without a clue

The man welcomed her to stay there

He knew the house could give off a scare

She had a bedroom, and she could keep the door blocked with a chair

He promised her she would not have a moment of despair

She took him up on his kind offer and went into a spare room

But, as she lay there, she could not avoid the feelings of doom

But in the middle of the night, there was a big boom

And footsteps on the floor, and she did not know whom

She looked outside and saw three men in the hall

They looked scared, disappointed, and small

Then she realized she had seen the men and the tragedy that befall

And she realized accepting the invitation would be her downfall

Scalise, McCarthy, and Jordan were their names

And her fates and theirs were the same

For now, she knew the house and from which it came

The House of Representatives was still standing after a country went down in flames.