Poetry
is
a story
HAUNTED MANSE
To dream perchance
Of a macabre dance
It happened by chance
Of a macabre dance
It happened by chance
the odd happenstance
in a haunted manse
in southern France
when I went into a trance
a victim of circumstance
who only wanted to dance
in tight pants
but
being a freelance
means you need finance
to take an honest stance
and stage a Gothic romance
where everyone takes a glance
while you dance
and prance
taking a stance
to enhance
modern dance
while wearing tight pants
in southern France
in a haunted manse!
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