reminisant of her home
the crooked old detatched
through the trees and hedges
cobwebs and knacked curtains
to many an unsightly old eyesore

off center she roams
behind the shadows in concealing clothes
hair like super fine twine
face weathered; ropey and worn
looks like she's been hand-drawn
by an un-artsy amateur
she's certianly mature

mysterious history not to explore

"stay clear of here" left preached
"keep away from her" right ordered

so people stuck with what they know
the open common
who's true interiour may not show