The shed poem.

Once there was a garage with a dark damp window,

Which belonged to a lovely young girl called Willow.

Cobwebs covered all around,

But no creepy spiders could be found.

Down by the window on the red wooden wall,

Lay some pink shoes by a dirty hall.

On the window it reflects a house,

And underneath lies a black and white mouse.

Rarely you can see some rain that always pores.

Then all of a sudden a creeper came,

And exploded the shed to pieces.

Now Willow is is very, very sad,

Because that shed was passed from her Dad.

The Mysterious Cracking

once upon a time there was a family who lived in burrington Combe. One day on a dark winters night they heard a crackling noise in the garden. They paused  for a moment as not long ago the family were burgled .
They were all awfully scared, they thought it was the robbers again. They then noticed that it was the shed door flapping wildly while the wind blew. I light shone upon the shed there was a dark figure staring back of them . It looked up then ran away into the distance carrying some pink slippers. It was a mystery.

Into the Dark

In the garage, where nothing stirs,
Well, except the forgotten man.
Everything is gloomy darkness, nothing really occurs.
He’ll never try to escape, even if he can.

In the garage, where nothing stirs,
Well, except the forgotten man.
All he owns, is a pair of shoes,
If only, he could simply tan.

In the garage, where nothing stirs,
Well, except the forgotten man.
Only a window, lets in the light
That his eyes, desperately fight.

In the garage, where nothing stirs,
Well, except for the forgotten man.
You could find him, if you can,
There he lies, the forgotten man.

 

100 Word Challenge

The Mysterious Man

Through the hall, against the wall, eyes as black as night,
Skin as pale as light,
The mysterious man,
The mysterious man he is.  

Hidden wings ready to fly,
Waiting for the right moment to show himself in the sky,
Singing songs, slowly fading.
Crunching blue bottles, slowly disappearing,
The mysterious man,
The mysterious man he is.  

Clothes as dirty as dirt,
Shoes as old as 10,000 year old shirts,
Trying to hide himself so we can’t see,
Lay the mysterious man,
The mysterious man he is,
Waiting for someone but it was me.  

Puss in Trainers

A long time ago there lived a ginger cat who goes by the name of puss in trainers. It was a cold and stormy day and beans were raining down from the sky. Our young cat was riding his dog across the field when a loud voice said ‘fee fi foe thumb I smell the blood of an English man.’

‘No I’m a cat.’

 The cat said a little poem there once was a giant….. the giant sighed and went to sleep. Now years later the trainers lie in a garage. And then the cat woke up! Fee fi foe thumb…

Where the Wild Things Are.

What is there, among the dust?
The hungry spiders and endless rust,
The crunching bluebottles and crumbling tar,
It’s the Mysterious Man, who lies where the wild things are.

Who is there, in the void?
Of endless shadows and scratching noise,
In a filthy place that once held a car,
It’s the Mysterious Man, who lies where the wild things are.

Who is this, with skin of bone?
In a cobweb suit and as cold as stone,
His dreary mind and his eyes afar,
It’s the Mysterious Man, who lies where the wild things are.

The Haunted Shack

I could see through the misty gloomy window,the reflection of the haunted shack lay before my eyes. There were a pair of pink daps who did they belong too? who had put them there? And where had they come from? There laid a rusty,ancient ladder scattered by millions of tiny insects. Someone had left the French doors open was someone creeping in what I called  home?There was a tiny cacoon bound to have a caterpillar that was soon to be a butterfly. There was a decaying water pipe attached to the side of the shack.