Lies in the eyes of the wincking murader

Chapter one

Part one

It was on a stormy, dark night,

When Morgz woke up from a

Nightmare that she has been

Having for the last four weeks.

So she went down the creaky,

Wooden , oil smelling stairs

And saw her mum, sleeping

In the one way she does by,

On the settee one leg up and

One down like she's doing yoga,

Then the arms would be like

The lady of liberty.

So Morgz did as much as she

Could, to cover her up with

The bigges blanket, but it was

Made in the 1700s, it's a bit

Tatty and thin.

Because of business and school

They have no money,

Expect the money from the

Lies in the eyes of the murader.