A Ghost Story

I met a strange man walking through the cemetery He said, “Hey, If you’ll listen, I’ll tell you a ghost story” I replied, “Those are dull.” He said, “On the Contrary!” Then yelled “BOO” in my face. For that, he would be sorry What he didn’t know, was that his tale of the grave Was one I knew all too well from my own current state And after his not so clever prank, it was time to misbehave Besides, nothing I did now would change my current fate I walked right through him, levitated, made some spooky faces Did all the things the books say, to give him quite a jolt He didn’t run or shake in fear as he put me through my paces Just stood there with a crooked smirk, looking like a dolt The issue with this failed haunting, is not for lack of trying Or that the ghost in this lack of gory story happens to be me But the fact that not only I was guilty, of being bored of dying I guess it takes a little more, to get a rise out of a zombie #5. A Ghost Story July 26, 2022 One in 5 2 poetry contest Sponsored by Joseph May