It's a dark and stormy night but your not scared,
The monsters of your mind have not yet been aired,
The whole mess of monster that bring you fear,
They are not real but whats that you hear,
The creek of the door the bang on the roof,
You say they are nothing with out any proof,
But when the lights go out you truly are afraid,
And the the comforts of of your parents shall bring you no aide,
So know I suggest that you lock your doors,
And sleep very lightly if you live on the Moore's,
Oh look oh wait oh ewe is that blood on the floor,
Ah I see your no more,
So now dear sir I bid you adieu,
And remember dear reader they shall come for you.
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