One Wintry night, there was a narrow light

coming past the windows

down the lane, I walked along the woods

found a dark wooden house

The door screeched as I took myself

inside the house

I found something fishy

cos I found no one in the cottage

I was wondering what would happen

I heard strange voices some where in the wooden log cabin

My mystical soul pondered what would and could be

I climbed up the stairs and was struck by the most queer sight!

It was an old good woman

snoring loud deep in sleep

Thank god! it was just a granny

and not a crooked nanny!!

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