In the castle lives a ghost
The owners know he’s there
When people stay they make the most
And hope the ghost will scare
He hides out in the corridors
Sleeps in the guestroom bed
He’s done the same for many years
Since when they found him dead
Some nights he likes to rattle chains
Or make a ghostly voice
He wakes the guests up from their sleep
And they don’t have a choice
Lots of screaming shouts and wails
And guests all ran around
As the castle ghost came through the wall
Over three feet off the ground
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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