My Old House

by Wils

My old house goes creak when you walk up the stair
My old house goes creak when you walk down the stair
My old house goes creak down the hall
And nobody minds at all

The doors in my house are rusty and old
The furniture is rotting away
My house is badly in need of paint
But to me it will always be home, Home Sweet Home

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Show us Your Early Poetry Vol. 3 writing prompt entry

Writing Prompt
Share with us one of your oldest pieces of poetry, exactly as you wrote it. It doesn?t need to be your earliest work - just something old enough that you can see your progression as a writer. I want to see all those excessive ellipses, capitals at the start of every line, the abundance of semicolons, the pretentious repetition, the unnecessary line spaces that are.....

SO.....

IMPORTANT....

to my art!

I want you to swear on your honour you won't edit it before posting (adding an image is allowed, as we're in Fanstory Land). Other than that, no limitations.

Previous entrants are more than welcome, but remember these must be pieces you haven?t shared previously on Fanstory. Go digging in your old school notebooks with random scribblings in them - find us something fun and interesting!

I wrote this when I was 11years old and it was featured in a regional primary school poetry magazine

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My Old House

by Wils

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