Here’s a tale that’s quite unique
Never have you heard this freak
An adventure strange and weird
Dreadful exploits to be feared
Typically began the day
On a morning wet and gray
When at dawn I lurched downstairs
For a new day to prepare
Stepping through the kitchen door
What a chilling scene I saw
Just beside the breakfast bar
Sat a creature so bizarre
Quite transparent, freezing cold
Odours of decay and mould
Yes, a phantom rested there
Sitting in my kitchen chair
Frantically, my heart beat loud
Here’s a spectre in a shroud!
Why’s it here, and apropos
How do I get it to go?
I tried not to swoon or shriek
As that ghoul began to speak
It perused my cupboard shelf
Muttering unto itself:
“Peanut butter, chocolate spread
What should I put on my bread?
Bramble jelly, lemon curd
So much choice is quite absurd”
Clearly, I had gone insane
Seeing apparitions plain.
In the early morning gloom
Common sense had left the room
“Sir, excuse me please,” I said,
“Won’t you tell me, aren’t you dead?
Why are you (at my expense)
Eating in my residence?”
“Don’t mind me,” replied the ghost,
“I’m just here as I need toast
And if you hoard all the bread
I’ll feast on your flesh instead.”
“But why toast,” I tried once more,
Wanting occult to explore,
“And why me, why my abode,
Why this city, why this road?”
“Look, shut up,” it screamed at me,
“Some things mortals should not see.
If you ask me any more
Well then, I’ll eat you for sure.”
Then I really did pass out
Terrified beyond all doubt
Waking, it had left my den
Never to be seen again
The words are frantic, lurch and odour (ignoring the peculiar American obsession with avoiding the letter “u”)
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
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What a great piece. It was a fun read. And by the way, thanks for leaving in the 'u'...sometimes, it drives me nuts with all the American spellings!
ReplyDeleteThat was priceless. I read at work and kept snickering. Thanks for that.
ReplyDeletesilly mortals...
ReplyDeleteI really liked this!
Wonderful!! I loved this from start to finish.
ReplyDeleteThat was nice! lovely rhyming going - amazing...
ReplyDeleteSometimes you feel like toast, sometimes you don't. :) This is clever as can be - a fun read!
ReplyDeletePhew, there's something about ghosts and toast, a musician once told me that Holy Ghost, is rhyming slang for toast,
ReplyDeleteA pleasure to read this..
ReplyDeleteHere is my 3WW post!
wonderful! Now I have the strangest urge to make some toast :)
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