It's Rhode Island Red for dinner
With a Spanish red for drink
What do you expect for a winner?
what do you really think?


Watch out, though, if you're going over,
She's got chickens all doing a dance
They're dancing all over the clover
To wap you if they get a chance.


Her backyard is planted with flowers
The soil from her special friend
That's why the plants are like towers
while people just vanish and end.


Next door, you might find old Howard
(His ghost still wanders around)
It's not the place for a coward
Cthulu's traces, and other races, abound.


And further away but not all that far
Edgar's spirit is petting his raven
If you look closely when the door's ajar
The bird or its offspring find haven.


No wonder she's stricken with wordage
No wonder she stares at the screen
While the ghosts are writing the page
Is that why she hasn't been seen?

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