Monday, December 12, 2005

The Sixth Sense

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:

sarah said...

ha ha !!!...ur poems have that funny twist that brings a smile on my face !
Fabulous job!