We once had an aqua playhouse,
way up in a tree.
But everything’s now dark and dead,
where the garden use to be.
A wicked witch took over,
when a gate was left ajar.
Now goblins fly around the walls,
they come from near and far.
Their screams and horrid laughter,
made the hair stand on my neck.
Where cobble stones once greeted you,
are cobwebs to the deck.
The pretty white lace curtains,
are now an ugly black.
Flown straight up thru the chimney,
by a little hairy bat.
Surely I must be dreaming,
this is all inside my head.
It’s time to sleep but before I go,
I must look beneath my bed!
An original poem by Boomdeeadda
My little haunted house was handmade by yours truly for the Halloween display at The Urban Scrapbook. If you want to know about any of the dies or techniques, please talk nerdy to me. All the girls at Urban made amazing projects ! It’s such an inspiring and fun place to work. Click on the next photo get a close up of the display projects at The Urban Blog.