Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Bumpy Nights and Spooky Pipes

A Spectre in our hallway roams
One might say a spirit streaker
Freezing breath a chilling low
A hint of menaces much bleaker

It seems our house a favoured haunt
Is now historically loop framed
Whodunit scenes of action replay
Where the unforgiven walk ashamed

Who knows what odious happenings
Caused this show of limbo dancing                                             
A pointless presence shadow spectacle
Attention seeking quivered prancing

As living daylights are intact again
And heavy schedules hinder ponder
In doubt of what we might have seen
That weird event from over yonder

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