The Garden at House 666

Inspired by National Poetry Month, my daughter decided to write a poem of her own. 

The Garden at House 666

Spiky vines 

blanket the ground,

A Venus fly trap 

the size of a car,

Black tomatoes 

way past their date,

The willow tree 

moans at night,

Weeds cover 

the grassless dirt,

Brown mushrooms 

move themselves to the nearest corner,

Piles and piles of shriveled up apples,

And to make this horrifying scene even worse,

Fuzzy caterpillars and moths roam

all over.