The Ghosts

 Said Lenin's ghost to Stalin's ghost:
 "Mate with me in the Tomb;
Then day by day the rancid host
 May gaze upon our doom.
A crystal casket we will share;
 Come, crusty Comrade come,
And we will bear the public stare,
 Ad nauseum."
Said Stalin's spook to Lenin's spook:
 "Long have you held your place.
The masses must be bored to look
 Upon your chemic face.
A change might be a good idear,
 And though I pity you,
There is within the Tomb, I fear,
 No room for two."

Said Lenin's wraith to Stalin's wraith:
 "You're welcome to my job;
Let millions of our mighty faith 
 Gaze on your noble nob.
So when to goodly earth I've gone,
 (And I'll be glad to go),
Your carrion can carry on
 Our waxwork show."

Form: Ballad

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