Marlberry Grange Poem by Phil Soar

I rang the bell, the butler wasn't there
A mansion, empty, like nobody cared
And as I left I saw a shred of light
An upstairs room, the curtains not drawn tight
Had I seen the ghost of Marlberry Grange?
I felt like I had seen something quite strange
So I returned and knocked upon the door
In case the bell's not working anymore
And yet nobody came, which was a shame
Perhaps my 'common look' was part to blame
Standing at that door in Levis Jeans
Just about to go beyond my means
And so I walked away and brushed my hair
I'd tried to call, but just the ghost was there