There’s a little house on Pass Road, That is much more than just a humble abode. My friends call the little house home, From its proverbial cellar to its proverbial dome. With its little green shutters and inviting etched-glass front…

It’s Summer! Come sail away with me,  The best is yet to be! Come dance away with me,  And then we both shall see. The dying sun and feel its heat,  And toast them both with champagne sweet. And when…

Some soldiers lie in hallowed ground,      Beneath rows of crosses white. Death can no longer touch them,      With his blacken wings of fright. Others lie in less hallowed ground,      Beneath the hard, cold sod. Their final resting…

 She lingered in the Gulf, her waters building in height,      Chummy atmospheric conditions strengthened her might. We pondered how long she’d stay, when on Monday she came ashore,      Realizing too late, this vicious “lady” was something to abhor.…

“Big Lucy” was her nickname, known all the world around.      She was the fabled jewel in Cunard’s glittering shipping crown. But off old Ireland on a sunny May day,      Dear Lucy’s death could not be kept at bay.…

It’s ooky spooky in the asylum at night.      Crazy ol’ Renfield might give you a fright. He’ll jump on your back, you’ll be in a bind.      In the asylum’s dank halls, who knows what you’ll find? You might…