Snap. Crack
Lightning strikes and thunder rolls
In the quiet town where there lies
A secret beyond my control
.
It’s the stove light in my kitchen-
It stays on all day and night
It rebels against turning off
So, I’ve just given up the fight
.
Sometimes when I sleep
I can hear the rattling of pots..
Running water and the closing of drawers
But get out of bed to see, I do not
.
And when I stay up late to watch TV
I always close the kitchen door
Fearful, since behind it I can l hear
Ominous creaking of the floors
.
Sometimes if I listen closely
I can hear soft singing
The kind of song people sing
When they are busy cooking
.
I do find it odd, however
That they never offer food to me
But I guess since it’s all clean by morning
I should simply be quiet and be happy
.
Rain or shine, day and night
That light, it never dies
As for the how have I not replaced it in all this time?
Well, I’ve learned to not ask too many why’s
.
That light is always on, there's nothing I can do..
And though the neighbours find it shady,
It's just too hard to explain
The ghost of the dear Old Lady
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