True childhood experience with a mischievious ghost.
Cover of Poltergeist (25th Anniversary Edition)
By Jimbob1
(c) October 31, 2010
As we observe Hallowe’en
A little poem about spirit mean
For what I am to tell you
Remember that ’tis story true
A tale from days of my youth
Yes every word is the truth
It was one late fall night
The sun had gone out of sight
Like I say a night in fall
I’m sitting on floor, back to wall
From corner of eye curtains flutter
Startles me, I start to stutter
Without a chance to sneeze or cough
Suddenly my horn-rim glasses do fall off
Like I say the curtains flutter
Earpiece sliced like melted butter
I don’t need to say it twice
But earpiece like melted butter sliced
From my ear my glasses dangle
Yet in my hair not a tangle
Without glasses I could not see
What is this that happened to me
Mischievious ghost pulled off a heist
My glasses were sliced by poltergeist
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