The Howling Ghost
He stubbed his toe, the elders said.
He is howling and wailing to wake the dead.
He is not a werewolf, I argued with them.
He is a ghost, my little cousin, Clem.
He is being ridiculous the uncles roared.
Their blood pressure was up, it truly soared.
We cannot get him to quit screaming Aunt Tootie reported.
I did what I had to do to get this conversation aborted.
He is a GHOST I told them all sternly and mean.
This whole thing is a really implausible scene.
Because, you weirdos, think farther than your nose.
There has never been a ghost who had any toes!
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