What it used to be

I was bored and felt like writing a poem; it's really short...

The house was old
Its trees towered over it;
Moving with the wind,
Tapping at the grimy windows,
And a very cut up, shredded door          Forced it to be said
That this was a haunted house.

Then along came a skinny old man;
He could not be afraid of such a house
He said he was too old.
So he fixed up the house
And made it look new
And you would never believe
What it used to be.

Author's Note

haha I was really bored and I really don't care for your reviews...read some of my other writing...

Reviews

[Jim Clarke]

What I like here is that you have captured an important reality; modest things can be improved by modest people. When we remember that, we lead less cynical lives.

Please give my fairy tale a read.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

I liked it. My Mayweather House never has to be worked on or cleaned. The house keeps itself looking like a new construction.

[Ben]

Well, this is pretty good. It might need some more details, but besides that, it well written. Good job! How's that, Mandi?