Once upon a a midnight dreary , while I pondered weak and weary. Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.
While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gentle rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered,"tapping at my chamber door.
Only this and nothing more.
This is for Mary Ann I hope she enjoys writing in her spooky thoughts