What the ghost wanted most
(Not to brag and not to boast),
To be a true and brilliant host
At his post by the coast.

People would come and even more some
Summoned by drum and enchanted by ***,
Not open to **** (for this was no slum)
The elite would hum and eat every crumb

The ghost would make a sublime cake
(But first strip steak before this break),
Angel food cake that would make mortals shake
Holy fire would bake  this witch at the stake.

The ghost did crave during ascent
Into a cave where lost souls spent,
He did rave about his planned event
But he slept in his grave where his wife lament.