
There once was a stubborn old door,
That squeaked every time to the floor.
It refused to stay shut,
Even swung with a strut,
As if saying, “Come back for more.”
A place to show my work

There once was a stubborn old door,
That squeaked every time to the floor.
It refused to stay shut,
Even swung with a strut,
As if saying, “Come back for more.”