Ghosts Aren'T Real
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Ghosts aren't real; they're imaginary,
but one thing for sure, they can be scary.
And yet, they are just a trick of the light,
or so I keep telling myself at night.
After moving into this haunted house,
I have heard things better blamed on a mouse.
But I now regret renting this old place,
for there in my mirror; I glimpsed a face.
My drapes oft flutter without any breeze,
and once, I swear that I heard someone sneeze.
Between the whisperings and stranger sounds,
the locals won't even step on these grounds.
No one wants to live with a poltergeist,
no wonder the place was so cheaply priced.
And when I saw things floating in the air,
I knew it was time I got out of there.
Some say there is no such thing as a ghost,
but I insist they are no idle boast.
And after hearing what one put me through,
most of those that didn't believe; now do.
(Rhyme)
12/05/2020
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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