Ghostly Feeling
Ghostly
Feeling
I was playing cricket,
And took someone's wicket,
Who became angry and threw the ball,
Into the hall,
Of a ghostly looking house,
Full of tiny disgusting mouse.
We entered the house with our bats,
And as we moved vanished our hats,
Inside it was very dark,
And a photo of Joan of Arc,
Was hanging on the broken wall,
Right-hand side of the scary wall,
Suddenly a group of bats,
Came to us with our hats,
We started to ran,
And in front of us fell a fan.
There was a ghost so we left the hall,
Without our red ball.
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