a Bloody rope.

A poem about a house on a hill.

A women lived on top of a hill,

she lived with her dog and slept by the window sill,

Where she lived danger lerked,

so when she was asleep and there was a sound, 

her dog would lick her hand to tell her nothing was going down,

If she didn't fell a tongue or a snout,

Danger was about.

One night there was a noise,

the women felt a tongue so she ignored the fright,

The noise rumbled again,

no lick, no dog was in sight,

the women stood up, but only to find,

her beloved dog hung from it's hind.

The women, felt heart broken,

so she took the bloody corpse and rope,

and went to the vets, outside the village,

the women said when?

the vet said he must of died quarter past Ten,

but the women felt a lick at one am.

Who was it that licked her rinkled hand?

it was the bloody rope murders man.

-Clockwork Masterpeices.