The Olden Days School
The groan of the crooked door entering the apartment was ghastly. The seats all broken . No tables at all. The piano sat quietly, patiently waiting to be played. The piano tiles felt rough and worn.The board stand was lying on the floor. I would not be able to see more, it was time for me to go home. “Ahhhhhhh there on the floor was a monstrous hole!” I blared as I ran out. It was a misadventure .
Death trap,aged and hazy ………………….I was about to fall into the Nethermost divot.
