Someone comes knocking at the/your door. Who is it? Do you let them in?
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The Dirty Drunkard
The cold night wind had started to roar,
The rain too had started to pour
People might have started to snore,
A sudden knock came at my door.
Through my window, I peered,
I saw a hunchbacked figure
Thinking twice I rose,
On opening the door, he said, “I am Mr. Oak.”
A drunkard he was,
Too dirty and smelly he was,
And smiling, he said,
“My wife is Mrs. Red.
I have lost her somewhere,
But I don’t know where
I met her there, behind that pine tree,
And now they say, ‘there rests she.’
Sharp at nine,
I will lay there dead,
With my Red”
He started to go
Scratching my head,
I went to bed.
The next day night,
I went there with fright.
There I saw two graves, Oak and Red,
Dated a decade back.