I pull the pesky weeds and mow the lawn
At Mr. Marsh's Mansion with great pride.
The huge estate, on Washington, is old;
The grounds, so neatly groomed, are deep and wide.
He has me plant the flowers in the spring,
And prune the trees and hedges in the fall.
I tend the garden vegetables he eats
And trim the vines that crawl along the wall.
At first, I thought the boss lived by himself,
And then I heard those croaking sounds inside.
From empty attic rooms and cellar vaults
Came proof that he had something there to hide!
Copyright 1997 Franklyn Searight
First Appearance: Mythos Online #3
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