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Jonson's Ghost

The inn had gone to waste: I’d sold it off in haste. Awaking in the gloom, as orbs lit up the room, I recognised the ghost of Jonson, the old host. I said, ‘I thought you’d come’ - and poured myself a rum. He shouted, ‘Hey, you louse, how dare you sell MY house!’ Internal rhyme/slant rhyme

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Date: 5/28/2017 5:11:00 PM
I love this one, favs :) glad you liked my Time Keeper :)
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Date: 3/15/2011 6:18:00 AM
hahaha, Jack, aren't we all see "ghosts" sometimes??? Enjoyed very much this nicely penned Quintain!...All the best, Gert:)
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Date: 3/14/2011 11:20:00 AM
The thought of you meeting up with this house's old ghost made me chuckle. I'm sure there are many ghosts inhabiting the old homes and I wouldn't put it past them to complain when their homes are sold. If this is an entry for Deb's contest, it should be a winner! I received your email but couldn't open the attachment :( My computer does not always do what it's supposted to do. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 3/14/2011 6:50:00 AM
hahaha a great laugh in early morning reading Jack.. wonderful rhyming sequences .. and a great tale to tell luv.. ghost stories are the best and they intrigue me much..luv..
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Date: 3/13/2011 10:53:00 PM
Hey thanks for the little lesson. I have discovered that many Soupers know more literary characters than I have ever heard about or remember from my old college days! As for this one , I really like the cleverness of it. Great comeback by that ghostie!!
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Date: 3/13/2011 2:25:00 PM
Interesting penned lines..Sara
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