Angel of the Odd 22-2-14

In my younger years A séance game I played Amongst us silly school friends We giggled and weren't afraid Flora-Jane, my twin and I Sat cross legged on the floor Clarice who did not want to play Stayed over near the door We all screamed with feeling Whenever the pointer moved We hoped no-one was pushing As it sped each letter groove We all asked for the name of who was projecting it "Angel of the Odd" it spelled Made us start and upward sit We repeated it again Querying who can it be, then...... From the wardrobe sprang MY NIECE, who shouted out loud, " IT'S ME!!"