You know, it's rather fun to be a ghost,
I always thought I'd need a host.
And yet I wander as I wish,
Through the house, my skirts a swish.
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Although I may not have a head,
I quite enjoy being dead.
My living life was such a bore,
I always found myself wanting more.
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It's lonely though, I must admit,
No one ever sees me without a fit,
Until that dear young man came round,
And took my photo for a pound.
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Unreasonable the sum may have been,
I rather enjoyed being seen.
。
But now he's gone and here I am:
Scaring babies in their prams,
Knocking vases off the shelf,
If only so I may please myself.
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But earlier, as I said,
I do enjoy being dead.
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The Abyss
PoetryA bunch of poems I've written... Not many of these are actually about me, just things I've thought up.
