Little Ghost

A poem in response to the prompt

Ghost

A little ghost went out to play

but found the children ran away

when he appeared that hallowed night

and wondered what gave them a fright

He’d been sat all alone in that old spooky house

with no one to speak to but a passing mouse

who after seeing our friend with a squeak

ran off quickly with nowt but an eeek!

But then one night of All Hallows’ eve

an old black cat, was playing in leaves

he had spotted the little ghosts ghostly head

and decided to play in his house instead.

And the old black cat, brought his chums along too,

chanting and wailing and all going boo!

And the ghosties and ghouls that lived round the place

made friends with the ghost with the bluish white face

So when you see trails on All Hallows’ eve

dont be frightened or worried and just believe

as the hosts have their tea at little ghosts place

the one where the host has a bluish white face

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