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Create an image from the following:- At the end of our road where the streetlights all blink, Sits a house that smells faintly of mildew and ink. The shutters are crooked, the porch is a fright, And the garden grows pumpkins that scream in the night. The ghosts in the parlor are terribly neat, They polish their chains and they keep the floors sweet. They float through the wallpaper, pale and quite thin, Waiting for some poor visitor to wander right in. The ghouls in the kitchen are cooking a stew, With a pinch of old toenails and a lizard or two. They giggle and chatter with a rattling sound, While chasing the spiders that scurry around. The vampires are lounging in velvet and lace, With a very dramatic and moody sort of face. They complain that the curtains don't block out the glare, And spend every evening combing their hair. The werewolves are howling a song to the moon, But they’re clumsy and loud and they’re always out of tune. They chew on the sofa and shred every rug, Then act like sweet puppies and want a big hug. It’s a comical circus of fangs and of fright, Where the laughter is loud in the dead of the night. But if you go visiting, remember the cost: One trip to that house and your sanity's lost No text
A watercolor illustration of a spooky, multi-story dollhouse in cross-section, revealing whimsical Halloween creatures inside, with a night scene of a winding road, jack-o'-lanterns, and a starry sky to the left.