A truly fascinating photograph on
EASY STREET
today.
(Not this one!)
Then I have to ruin it all with tongue-in-cheek stuff!
GHOSTESS WITH THE MOSTEST!
Although I've never seen a ghost
And I hope I never see one
I must admit it would be fun
If one day I could be one!
If after death I could enroll
In a school that teaches haunting,
And I could qualify to be
A dab hand and quite daunting!
But I admit I'd find it hard
To choose my expertise,
For would I want to horrify
Or would I want to tease?
I rather fancy rattling cups
Till they fall on the floor,
But breaking crockery every night
Could get to be a bore!
Drifting doesn't grab me much;
Ethereal's not my style
And my intended victims
Might just look at me and smile!
I might consider rattling bones
(Such images delight us)
But in the after-life I might
Still suffer from arthritis!
Groaning sounds good! I'd like to groan;
And I wouldn't mind a screech.
But I think I'd find the 'echoing' part
A bit beyond my reach.
Ectoplasm! That sounds good!
I could change shape willy-nilly,
Though emerging from an orofice
Sounds unwholsome and quite silly.
Looked at from every angle
(And don't think that I'm boasting)
I think I'm worth much more alive!
I just don't fancy ghosting!
More flesh-creeping here:
