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A Victorian house kept in perfect shape,
A garden that made a beautiful landscape.
A notice stated it was for a quick sale,
But do beware of the ghost and its foul wail.

It was the ideal place I had in mind,
A guest house with staunch brave guests that were inclined,
To stay and face the evil ghost of the night,
A hefty fat fee to make me rich and bright.

The door was open, saw all was in order,
Already felt like a great castle warder.
I lit as many candles as I could find,
Victorian furniture I had in mind.

Behind me a wail and the big door slammed shut
An ugly witch appeared but I had the gut
To stand up to her and gave her a big fight:
”Is that how you present yourself this dark night?”

“And how would you have me, my dear grandmaster,
A lovely lady, displaying an aster?”
I turned on her, now she had found the right scheme.
Her mien quickly changed, and my eyes had to gleam.

“You will keep your lovely looks in perfect shape,
My rich guests will admire and probably gape,
No loud wails or shrieks but you can softly moan,
Then in the darkness, you'll leave your guests alone.

I must warn you, no fancy sleeping with guests,
They will die and surely will never find rest.
I'll have to find other ghosts to run this place
My son will be a cashier, he's full of grace.”

”Oh, you must be some kind of devilish host.”
I smiled, hugged her and whispered "I am a ghost."

Placed 1 

25 February 2023
Writing Challenge -H Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France

Written in couplets.  11 Syllables per line.

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