The Many, Magnificent Poems of Matt M. I step through the cobwebbed door, I think that this will be a bore, But I shouldn't have stepped in that house. The walls are closing in, I can't hear myself think over the din, Of the ghosts and the spirits in this house. Someone jumps out and scares me, I think it was a banshee, I wish I could get out of this house. The Haunted House I am scared out of my mind, I seriously wish I could find, An exit out of this house.
