my wife’s always late
so I wailed: *“Hurry up, dear
or it'll be light...
You know, the early ghost
catches the faint-hearted”*
“Hang on,” she howled
(I’d died on the rope, you see)
*“just my finishing touches
with my mas-scare
and a bit more of my scare spray”*
and then she floated out
into the dying room
(we don’t have living rooms, you understand)
looking just boo-tiful
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
my wife’s always late
so I wailed: *“Hurry up, dear
or it'll be light...
You know, the early ghost
catches the faint-hearted”*
“Hang on,” she howled
(I’d died on the rope, you see)
*“just my finishing touches
with my mas-scare
and a bit more of my scare spray”*
and then she floated out
into the dying room
(we don’t have living rooms, you understand)
looking just boo-tiful
2nd poem in a series of poems about ghosts, spirits, ghouls and such...
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