The Asper Road Mansion
Down on Asper road
A mansion truly austere
Where its masters wife
Had hung her life
Longing now W/ avarice to
Assuage his deepest agony
Soon to only augment
An ever impetuous doom
Yet Auspicious the estate remained
Until the poor masters’ clock had
Melted into the frosty
Crypt of deaths clenching palms