Judith Driscoll Bryan

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Horace P. Maggot, of no fixed address,
Para-sailed thru life Criminally Obsessed.
Fast cash? His prize! Trickery? His game!
Blame? Given to victims - both ill and lame.

His ill-gotten cash was recklessly spent.
Still, he had to cough up November's rent.
''No worry! ''.. he matter-of-factly said.
''There's always a fool, who'll butter MY bread.''

He sat momentarily in deep thought.
''A wily Perfect Scam? ''...is what he sought.
''Aha! I've got it.''said this thief, well taught
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A sign, he painted and nailed to a tree.
A hoofed man appeared and eerily spoke.
''De-GHOST my manor and you won't go broke! ''

Equipped with a phony Ghost Hunting Kit,
Horace bused to Skull Lane, lickety split.
''I'll roam this manor and pretend to work,
Then, I'll grab my pay from that Spooky Jerk.''

He hid in the darkness from ghosts unseen.
Chewing on nuts and sipping caffeine.
Horribly frightened, he prepared to leave
As demonic tentacles gripped his sleeves.