The Old House

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

السلام عليكم

Masha Allaah i thought of adding more verses to the poem of Enid Blyton. The first three verses are hers and the rest are mine! Hope you enjoy.

My verses are in blue.

THE IVIES

THERE WAS ONCE A POOR OLD HOUSE,
THAT WAS FULL OF FOLK,
BUT NOW SAD AND EMPTY,
AND TO ME IT SPOKE,
IT SAID, “THEY HAVE ALL FLED,
MY ROOMS ARE COLD AND BARE
,THE FRONT DOOR IS LOCKED AND BOLTED
,AND ALL THE WINDOWS STARE. 

NO SMOKE COMES FROM MY CHIMNEY,
NO ROSE GROWS UP MY WALL,
BUT ONLY IVY SHROUDS ME
,IN GREEN AND SHINING SHAWLS!

NO POSTMAN BRINGS ME LETTERS,
NO NAME IS ON MY GATE,
I AM CALLED THE IViEIS,
BUT NOW I’M OUT OF DATE”.

AND I SAID, “I’LL PLANK UP YOUR WALLS,

AND WEED YOUR POOR GARDEN,

WRAP YOU IN DAZZLING SHAWLS,

AND ALL COLOURS, RED, PINK, YELLOW AND GREEN,

I CAN FIX YOU MAIL BOX,

PAINT YOUR NAME ON THE GATE,

TAKE OFF ALL THE ROCKS,

AND CLEAN YOU WINDOWS.

I’LL SCRUB YOUR FURNITURE,

FIND YOUR KEY,

AND CATS I’LL LURE IN.

LIGHT YOUR FIRE,

SO THAT SMOKE COMES OUT OF YOUR CHIMNEY,

YOUR ROOMS WILL HAVE MORE THINGS,

AND WILL HELP ME A BOY CALLED JIMNEY.

WE WILL MAKE YOU BEAUTIFUL,

PEOPLE WILL BUY YOU,

BIRDS WILL FLUTTER AROUND,

COWS WILL MOO,

YOU WILL BE HAPPY ONCE MORE!

THE END 

السلام عليكم

Maimoonah