The Little Ghost
There once was a sad little Ghost,
teased for his fright-less boo --
unable to scare anyone, in fact,
attracting many a bull
(sounded like an amorous moo)
Oh, that poor little ghost! -- his white sheet always blue;
Maytag man suggested bleach: agitated back and forth~
Screech! Screech! Screech!…
(The saga of the Sad Little Ghost. Add to the saga in your comment: for example, the boo to the owl sounded like hoo...so he showed up with his Plagiarism lawyer~ etc.... The Witch heard the call as brew, or stew, so she got off her broom to prepare more gloom....)
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2023
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