There was a house,
Upon a field,
wide-and-grey,
And every night,
And every night,
it rained.
And in the house,
A family,
So-they-say,
They shut the doors,
They shut the blinds,
They pained.
Because their dog,
Would bark and whine,
All-night-long
Until the rain,
Until the rain,
Would end
They hardly sensed,
They never saw,
The rain-seemed-wrong.
Until the day,
Until they met,
A friend.
He said he'd knock,
Upon the door,
And come-at-night.
Upon the hill,
Upon the hill,
He stood.
The children watched,
Beyond the blinds,
He vexed-them,-quite
The rain came down,
The rain came down,
No hood!
He stood upon
A distant hill,
And seemed-so-dry.
He would not come,
He would not come,
He stood.
The dog still yapped,
And cried at night,
Until-the-dawn.
And then he ran,
And then he ran,
And called.
"You must away,
Get from this house!"
He crossed-the-lawn.
And glancing up,
And glancing up,
He crawled.
'What do you mean,
Old family friend?
And you're-not-wet!
Explain yourself,
Explain your fear,
Don't fret!'
The friend looked up,
Then back at them,
He paled-and-shook.
'Just come with me,
Come walk with me,
Don't look.'
The children yelped,
He grabbed their wrists,
And ran-so-fast
The mother ran,
The father ran,
They gasped.
'What is your aim?
You're hurting them,
Don't act-so-cruel!"
"There is no rain
Upon your house!
"You're such-a-fool!
"There is no rain,
There is no rain,
It's drool!"
YOU ARE READING
Never told Nursery Rhymes
PoetryAre these the sort of things you like, my dear? the stories and the rhymes that make you shake? are you the sort who seeks darkness and fear? I surely hope you are, for your own sake. In here you'll meet the fear who has a face, in here you'll feel...
