I know some lonely Houses off the Road

I know some lonely Houses off the Road
A Robber’d like the look of
Wooden barred,
And Windows hanging low,
Inviting to
A Portico,
Where two could creep
One hand the Tools
The other peep
To make sure All’s Asleep
Old fashioned eyes
Not easy to surprise!

How orderly the Kitchen’d look, by night,
With just a Clock
But they could gag the Tick
And Mice won’t bark
And so the Walls don’t tell
None will

A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir
An Almanac’s aware
Was it the Mat winked,
Or a Nervous Star?
The Moon slides down the stair,
To see who’s there!

There’s plunder where
Tankard, or Spoon
Earring or Stone
A Watch Some Ancient Brooch
To match the Grandmama
Staid sleeping there

Day rattles too
Stealth’s slow
The Sun has got as far
As the third Sycamore
Screams Chanticleer
“Who’s there”?

And Echoes Trains away,
Sneer “Where”!
While the old Couple, just astir,
Fancy the Sunrise left the door ajar!

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I know some lonely Houses off the Road