15 October 2012
There's an old haunted house, with noises coming from it scaring as little as a mouse.
Theres an old broken door, battered and shattered, on every single floor.
There's an old mans ghost, lurking round the house, some say he is the party host.
Take a time to remember, that party that was on the thirty first day of October.
The bass was pumping, the stage was dancing, the people were jumping.
People eating, people chatting, people drinking.
It was the party of the year, everyone looked forwards to the free refills of your beer.
Please welcome on the Strolling Bones, cried the manager of the band, as the got a chant from some gnomes.
Gnomes and bones, Ghosts and hosts, everyone went home.
The Haunted House • Opuss № I