He came up every morning to pick us up
He had a bald head and a scruffy beard
His breath smelled of stale cigarettes
And everytime you could hear his voice
chills would run down your spine
Some would say he was evil
And some would say he was possesed
But who really knew the old man
His house was made out of stone
And he used old boxes for furniture
He had an aligatar in the backyard
and monkeys swung from the trees
It always smelled of fresh baked cookies
But all the kids were to afraid to go near there
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lol!!!!
nice I like how the house always smelled like cookies but nobody wanted to go near
thanks for entering my contest!
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Sounds like a Principal I used to have Great take on the prompt and good luck in this contest
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