The Ghost and the Dream

We dreamed in a dream
That we were on the beach
The girls in costume
But the ghost was within reach

Iolanda and Danielle on the beach did they stand
Whilst Karen and Barbara, skipped with Carolyn in hand
Unknown to them, they were being watched from a far
A ghostly figure with a lengthy scar

The very next morning, at breakfast they were
Eating cheese covered noodles, in sight of the ghost with the scar
To the balcony they retired, sun bathing naked as be
As the ogling ghost, looked over the balcony to see

In strategic display, the straw hats were in place 
So that the Souper girls would never be disgraced
But who is the ghost that all these girls see
This figure of white, at their balcony

Their day turns to night, into the town they head
For drinks and a meal, and then they retire to bed
But in the deep of the night, there is a cry and a shout
As all the girls wonder, what was that all about

In the morning they discovered, someone fell in their pool
A peeping tom was reported, someone was just playing the fool
The sad thing is, that they never discovered who
So when they all go to sleep, watch out for the BOO!




< Taken from Carolyn's dream, and for some of the ladies on the Soup 
        Iolanda, Danielle, Karen, Barbara and of course Carolyn >




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February 21, 2010 at 11:20 PM
He, he, he, James. This is Iolanda and the ghost. We both are sunburned. Please no more breakfast for us: melted cheese on noodles. Funny poem, dear James :) Love, Iolanda (and the ghost)
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February 21, 2010 at 4:48 PM
Great write to compliment Carolyn's blog ..which I might have just read tonight... amazing how we poets feed off one another in such a wonderful way... good job James.. luv.. "Sweetheart"
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February 21, 2010 at 10:05 AM
Love it! Got a good chuckle out of your story. You sure brightened my day with your humor. Thanks for including me. What a pleasure to read. Keep on writing! Karen
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February 21, 2010 at 8:34 AM
Laughing out loud, James! This dream was actually quite fun and none of us were really scared by the ghost of the little girl. How awesome to read this poem this morning! Thank you, Highlander! Love, Carolyn
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February 21, 2010 at 6:47 AM
Very exciting ghooooost....or not write??? Sara
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February 21, 2010 at 1:55 AM
Humorous,very sweet and funny..I know who the Ghost was. I guess,.read Carolyn's comments to find out:)I captured the Booooooooo..and I give him to you..punish this Tom peeper,Put him in the Cell,I help you too:)-Charma:)
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February 20, 2010 at 9:54 PM
Hee hee that was good, sorry I'm still chuckling James I really liked that it reminds me of some of my unrevealed and sorted past exploits, but rest assured I was never a peeping Sang Just an insane party guy with way too many crazy uninhibited women around so this strikes chords so close to home, thanks for the laugh and walk down memory lane. Sang =) Bam a big seven off the top
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