the haunted house

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We’re theme park people in my family,

You may go to museums or restaurants

Or visit cities like Paris and Madrid.

But we love the thrill of the parks where people will pay

To scream til they cry and spin til they’re sick.

We love the rumble of coasters like jets

Circling the skies and calling our names,

And we hanker for stalls selling hot dogs and coke

That fizz in our bellies as we whirl round and round.

But I have a favourite that sits in far reaches

Of parks in the woods, barely featured on maps,

In houses filled with cobwebs, surrounded by tombstones.

It’s the haunted homes that pull me in

To ghoul filled ballrooms and basements stacked

With coffins and women wailing for their long lost loves.

These are the places that will incite intrigue

More than any corkscrew or loop the loop,

The ghost train through the haunted house

Will always hold a place in this pitch black heart.

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