House

Different sort of rhyming scheme, just random poetry.

In a old empty house
With creaking doors
And loosened floors
And stairs that have no rail,
The wind that roars,
And rain that pours
Only make the house more frail.

The rat, the cat and the mouse,
At home on the floor
With the old, creaking door
And oft climb stairs with no rail
And while the wind roars,
The cat only snores
While the mouse plays with its tail.

White in the basement of the house,
The rat’s on the floor
Beneath the cat that does snore
The rat is alone in his jail
Made from an old door
Broken jars and more
The rat’s always there, without fail.

And then down comes the mouse
To watch the rat snore
The mouse finds it’s a bore
And leaves by the stairs with no rail.
She goes back to her floor
Lets she, herself, snore
Whilst the rain makes their home grow frail.