The night was dark and cold,
To step out of the house one had to be bold,
Although my house was haunted and old,
"Stay in" that's what I was told.
I heard my Grandma call me downstairs,
She was nice, but her voice was like a bear,
Her face was full of wrinkles and her head had no hair,
And it was she who looked after me and took my care.
She told me " Son go out and check the noise"
It certainly wasn't coming from my toys,
So there was only one choice,
It must have been the neighborhood boys.
As I stepped out of the house I heard two children boast,
I thought ill call them and give them toast,
So I went near them like a perfect host,
But at my sight they ran off shouting " Ghost"
1 comment:
ha ha !!!...ur poems have that funny twist that brings a smile on my face !
Fabulous job!
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