A Ghost Named Murray Poem by John Gabriel
A Ghost Named Murray
There was this ghost called half blind Murray
and everything around him looked quite blurry
One day he turned around in the wrong direction
and looked into a mirror seeing his own reflection
The sight of seeing a ghost literally scared him to death
and he collapsed to the ground taking his last breath
Now on his headstone it reads, Here Lies Murray
Not once but twice he died in a hurry
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