Cheese
Go on go on gasped the ghost
I was taken when taking toast
From the kitchen to my master
He killed me- he wanted pasta
In the kitchen shrouded with mould
Is pasta, 100 years old
Please cook it well, make it your best
Help my memory come to rest
For a ghost life is far from fun
My only true friend fears the sun
My guillotine girl gave me head
Then she lost it, curse being dead!
My mummy keeps me in my room
Her bandages preserve my doom
So please bring an end to my woe
Yes! You can do it, On you go!
Copyright © Alex James | Year Posted 2011
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