Knot Mine - Part 7

Wake up in a sweat the little girl does,
There's a buzzing, there's a whisper, there's a never ending fuzz,
So follow down the hallway from her seventh heaven bedroom,
Do her little legs carry her maybe to impending doom?
To the source of the fuzz, that sound that breaks the channel,
So it is in the bathroom she almost slips upon a flannel,
And sails closer to the floor but stopped just by her hands,
Nearly breaking the tender bones for the tiles gentle demands,
The bathtub is now open and all can be seen true,
There is dirt and grime and mess smeared upon there like glue,
But by the dirt and mess there lies a doorknob on the floor,
Karen peers closer and realises it is a door,
The door just screams to be opened,
The door just screams like glass,
The door now is just opened,
Karen has the brass,
She peers down inside like scared little girls should,
And there is a simple nothing just an opening of wood,
Why does she place her legs there?
Positioned for the drop,
Would anyone even care?
If Karen was for the chop?
So she drops down deep inside and suddenly there is very icy chill,
The opening was only small to see the size of the rooms thrill,
It is massive, it is an array,
She would be a fool not to stay,
The colours are magnificent and so far away from grey,
There is a blue horizon left wall,
And a beaming yellow right,
A teeming red back wall,
And something that gives her a fright!

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