The Ghost
Poet: Arfa Karim
I heard a creepy ghost
And down was he creeping
Was it a sound in my head
Or the bedroom door creaking
It was tall as the tallest tree
Playing chase with the wind
It could shrink to the size of a flea
And all it wants is a friend
I heard that ghost
Sliding under the door
It is in my room
Creeping across the floor
It is in my school
Hovering behind my chair
It is behind my friend
Combing cold hands through her hair
It has changed in to a flea
Sitting on a bulb holder
Its next stop to sit would be
Your big smelly shoulder..
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