In my new house there is a ghost
Sadly I do not believe in ghosts
I've been told I need a cleansing
A smoking ceremony
A new spiritual approach
What codswallop
What ridiculous rot
On my way to write this I slipped
in something like rose coloured water
On the kitchen floor
That was not to be seen earlier
Bang, down I went, its sore
On my ribs and hip
Yesterday a light globe blew
In my hand and a second followed
I do not believe in ghosts
But I poured two scotches on the porch
I drank one left the other
the dog won't come out either
Trouble is I am a stubborn old thing
It has to get on with me
There is no where else to go
I don't believe in ghosts
I am off to check that scotch glass
And set things straight
I am limping it hurts.
Yeah Jan.The old dog is supposed to look after me.... no way she said..Ha ha.
Getting ghost in new house provokes thought. A new spiritual approach is needed to encounter. You are stubborn but you have to eradicate the problem. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned and shared...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Geoffrey, the new Ghost? what happened to the old one? Good humour, well done.
John.The old one's probably run out of tricks and retired. Thanks mate for your comments. Cheers Geoffrey.