It was a big boxy wreck of a house

Owned by a classmate of mine named Rod Usher,

Who lived in the thing with his twin sister.

He was a louse and she was a souse.

While I was visiting them one wet summer, she died.

We buried her,

Or rather we stuck her in a back room for a bit, meaning to bury her

When the graveyard dried.

But the weather got wetter.

One night we were both waked by a twister,

Plus a screeching and howling outside that turned out to be sister

Up and dying again, making it hard for Rod to forget her.

He didn’t. He and she died in a heap, and I left quick,

Which was lucky since the house fell in right after,

Like a ton of brick.