The New Ghost Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

In my new house there is a ghost
Sadly I do not believe in ghosts
I've been told I need a cleansing
A smoking ceremony
A new spiritual approach
What codswallop
What ridiculous rot
On my way to write this I slipped
in something like rose coloured water
On the kitchen floor
That was not to be seen earlier
Bang, down I went, its sore
On my ribs and hip
Yesterday a light globe blew
In my hand and a second followed
I do not believe in ghosts
But I poured two scotches on the porch
I drank one left the other
the dog won't come out either
Trouble is I am a stubborn old thing
It has to get on with me
There is no where else to go
I don't believe in ghosts
I am off to check that scotch glass
And set things straight
I am limping it hurts.