Hiram Speaks Of The Alleged Ghost Poem by Hans Ostrom

Yes, I can confirm there was a ghost in that house.
We knew so the first week. Pop called
Uncle Zipp and Aunt Peach over, they
located it, grabbed it, threw it
in a steel box, and released it into the woods
a hundred miles away. Mother said,

'I'm not cleaning up after a spirit.'
Pop: '... the rude sonofabitch.'
Sally, my sister, the budding scientist,
said, 'There's no such thing as a ghost, '
but didn't object to the transport
of nothing to elsewhere.

If anyone had asked me, and they didn't,
I would have said, 'What's wrong with a
ghost? Let's see how it goes.'
I still like to hike in those woods.