David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 9,376 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

The Google-Up Ghost - Poem by David Lewis Paget

‘I've never believed in ghosts, ' she said,
So I said, ‘I'll prove there are.
I've seen them at night beside our bed,
I caught one sat in our car.
They wander along the street outside
I've seen them down at the beach,
You have to believe to see them, though,
They tend to be out of reach.'

‘You'll have to produce one here for me
Before I'm going to believe,
It's easy to say that they exist
If you just want to deceive.'
She effectively threw the gauntlet down
So I just had to respond,
And work on a way to bring one here
From out the back of beyond.

But where do you go to find a ghost?
It's easier said than done,
I've seen so many of them, but most
Won't answer to anyone.
I thought I'd try to Google one up
When turning my PC on,
Then took a sip from my coffee cup
While typing in ‘Ghost - just one.'

It threw up a series of single ghosts,
The one that walked in the rain,
And one that came with its head cut off,
A ghost in a railway train.
It even mentioned the woman in white
Who came halfway down the stair,
And stood by the bannister and groaned
With blood still thick in her hair.

I liked the thought of a railway train
With its own original ghost,
She didn't seem to be in much pain
So she appealed to me most.
I sent a message for meeting me where
She could come and meet the wife,
And bring the train, to give her a scare
That would last the rest of her life.

That night we lay in our poster bed
And I heard the shriek of wheels,
The wife rolled over as in it sped
The room was filled with her squeals.
The train pulled up by the bedroom door
And the ghost approached our bed,
She wore a nightdress, down to the floor
With bullet holes in her head.

‘I've never believed in ghosts, ' she'd said,
She'd have to believe them now,
The ghost approached with a look of dread,
And it caused a terrible row.
‘Don't ever bring ghosts in here again
Or you'll be alone in the bed, '
As the train took off with a clicketty-clack
And the ghost just stood and bled.

I'm never allowed to Google up,
She said to stick to my verse,
They sit in the kitchen, while we sup
And even pass in the hearse,
She says that she never sees them now,
She doesn't want to believe,
I know it would only cause a row
If I said they tug at her sleeve.

30 June 2017

Topic(s) of this poem: supernatural

Form: Ballad


Comments about The Google-Up Ghost by David Lewis Paget

  • Tom Allport (6/30/2017 3:23:00 AM)

    a brilliant poem of a subject that lies beyond ordinary people's understanding? ..............superbly written. (Report)Reply

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