This is my forth story and my second poem. Please enjoy, Then review and comment.
A night in Sleepy Hollow
Sleepy Hollow is quiet and old,
During night it is quite cold.
You sleep in bed all warm and cozy,
Then snap your dead as Rosie.
The Hessian Snatches your head,
Then he rides off in the shed.
In the morning your parents awake,
To find your body in quake.
They suspect the Hessian to quick to think,
They call Ichabod Crane to quickly link.
He puts the Hessian to rest,
They thank you in the best.