My Haunted House
A Monotetra
I moved into a haunted house,
the ghost there was, an obnoxious louse.
he’d sneak up on me like a mouse,
my hair he’d touse, my hair he’d touse.
My best underwear, he hides,
he’s a pervert, I surmise,
gives me a daily surprise,
patience he tries, patience he tries.
He’ll watch me as I’d get undressed,
oh he’s such an obnoxious pest,
he jokes about my naked breasts,
my friends attest, my friends attest.
He likes to tease my ancient cat,
flapping ‘round him like a bat,
as irritating as a gnat,
obnoxious pratt, obnoxious pratt.
I cannot stop this irritant,
my patience, it is quickly spent,
an apartment I’ll have to rent,
or live in tent, or live in tent.
His trickery is just so rife,
with misery and such strife,
why doesn’t he go irritate wildlife,
he plays a fife, he plays a fife.
Keeps me awake, I cannot sleep,
spews adjectives that need be bleeped,
I wish I could just can that creep,
such joy I’d reap, such joy I’d reap.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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