This crooked house for crooked folk
Secrets are silent, yet are spoke
Its crooked values are the yolk
For crooked dreams that they invoke
This crooked life for crooked men
Completes a cycle, starts again
The dearest enemies talk as friends
So crooked liars make amends
This crooked place for crooked souls
With evil plans and putrid goals
Gives crooked players crooked roles
The ancient bell, so crooked, tolls
This crooked parlour for crooked friends
Where infamy will darkly trend
With crooked wealth they flagrant, spend
Where crooked folk meet crooked ends
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Bit of a wonky story, loved it 🙂
LOL, thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
You’ve got love Tudor buildings, haven’t you? They always look as though one good sneeze would bring them down.
LOL, very true!! 🙂 🙂
I enjoyed this very much! 🙂 Thank you for sharing your talent and ocntinuing to inspire me!
Thank you for your kind words, they are most appreciated!! 🙂 🙂
Loved this, Sis!!! It did make me feel a bit woozy, though. I have badddd vertigo sometimes. Ugh!! ❤
Oh, sorry! Didn’t realise poetry could do that! Hope it passes quickly! 🙂 🙂
Oh! A new twist on that old nursery rhyme…there was a crooked man, who had a crooked house… Very nice Helen!
Thanks Briana!! 🙂 🙂
Incredible Helen even though it is quite dark it is still very charming. Your rhyming and flow are extraordinary up there with the literary greats
Wow, that is so kind of you, I’m quite humbled by such a generous comment! 🙂
Why is it that crooked always conjures up crooked thoughts of crooked people. What if this crooked house lent us a crooked view outside of the box?
That’s another way of looking at it! 🙂 🙂
We are the sound of two mouths laughing!
LOL! 🙂 🙂
charming… I kept staring at that picture..I can’t imagine living in a crooked house!
Me either, would be quite disorienting I would think!! 🙂 🙂