Everyday Life Poems

Mr. Irritating Ghost

I don't know how he likes to be called for
I guess he likes to dance in the darkness
He danced over my room at 3 A.M—
I will name him Mr. Irritating Ghost

I can not have a peaceful night for him
I am just really sorry for himself
He always tried to talk me at sleep—
I think he cries because he has no sidekick

Knock! Knock! His heels were hard on top the air—
Shall I give him a late night talk for help?
Mr. Irritating ghost, are you there?
I prepare to start dreaming without him

Im sorry Mr. Irritating Ghost,
But you shall not visit me ever at night.