The Dark Dark House

In a dark dark house,
Was a door,
Made of mahogany,
As was the floor.

In a dark dark house,
Was a room,
With another door,
A cold place, colder than a tomb.

In a dark dark house,
Was a doorknob,
Not very neat,
A gold unfinished blob.

In a dark dark house ,
Was a key,
That fitted in the door's keyholes,
And the door unlocks for me.

In a dark dark house,
Is my prison cell,
I was unlocking a door,
And into it I fell...