Cheese

Go on go on gasped the ghost
I was taken when taking toast
From the kitchen to my master
He killed me- he wanted pasta

In the kitchen shrouded with mould
Is pasta, 100 years old
Please cook it well, make it your best
Help my memory come to rest

For a ghost life is far from fun
My only true friend fears the sun
My guillotine girl gave me head
Then she lost it, curse being dead!

My mummy keeps me in my room 
Her bandages preserve my doom
So please bring an end to my woe
Yes! You can do it, On you go!

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Beata Agustin

August 26, 2025 at 7:30 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.