Six Ghost Has a Sense of Humor
Two wild active Halloween spirits are spookier than most.
Sally senses them in the attic with her usual ghost.
I saw two of them but kept quiet, for I do not like to boast.
They wander in and out of my annual October wienie roast.
Tell me their names then challenges my weird cousin Kevin.
The ghosts laugh. One tells me “say I am Six and he is Seven.”
Six’s sense of humor makes me happy and I smile and sing.
They are friends of mine. It is all you need to know, ding-a-ling.
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