Poems of Bernard Shaw
|41.||In My Heart.||10/9/2003|
|45.||Long, Long Ago.||10/28/2003|
|46.||Love and Friendship.||10/20/2003|
|47.||Low And Deep.||10/31/2003|
|52.||My Favourite Hymns.||10/28/2003|
|56.||Not A Clue.||10/20/2003|
|57.||Not Much Fun.||10/17/2003|
|58.||Not Very Grand.||10/30/2003|
In my house there lives some ghosts,
Mischief is their second name.
They always seem to be drinking toasts,
Usually from my best champagne.
I cannot say they are as drunk as Lords,
For that would be going too far,
But I fear they often rattle their swords,
As they stand around in my bar.
They tell some pretty tall tales,