RUDE GHOST

So Halloween is near,
It fills you full of fear.
You're trying to hide out of sight,
All because you've seen.
As though in a dream,
The ghost that goes
bum in The night.

When the witches,
Come to call.
With broomsticks,
Cauldrons, Cackles and all.
He rattles his chains,
As he enters your brain.
Filling your mind full of fright,
That scary old ghost.
The rudest of ghosts.
The one that goes bum in The night.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-10-09 at 05:34

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2022-10-10


arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Lots of growing up memories from early childhood and onward. The imagination is a powerful thing and even more so when it is given expression. Thanks for sharing Alan.
2022-10-09