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.