Auntie Margaret's Ghost Poem by Phil Soar

A ghostly apparition, appeared during the night
It rose up from the cellar, and it gave me quite a fright
It looked like Auntie Margaret, who died aged Sixty Six
She hovered just above my bed, as she was full of tricks

And just as I was focussing, to get a better look
She flew into the kitchen, and then began to cook
I wasn't sure about it, as when she wasn't dead
She couldn't cook a bloody thing, and often burnt the bread