Troll thumping in the attic,
keep a steady beat.
The man within the
shadow sees.
Creaky corner; whickered
chair
He’d like to say hello.
Residents come; residents
go.
But the man inside the
shadow knows.
There’s no need to
worry;
He greets the morning
sun.
You’ll never be alone.
Grumpy old Rutland;
Land of the rotten;
Oh land of rut.
You are truly special,
Spooks, crooks and all
I never found his
story
Just his lingered
soul.
So long, farewell decrepit home.
- AS -
