The ghastly ghost strikes again
I launch myself into a cup of joe,Knowing for well, I had nowhere to go.
Looking into it gave me a fright,
For Looking up to me, Was a ghost;
The rudest of ghosts,
The one that goes bum in the night.
It's not what I'd envisaged,
Or what I wanted to see,
A scary old ghost looking up at me.
Expecially while I'm sipping,
My cup of coffee.
Confusion rained as though,
Insanity ranged supreme.
But this wasn't a dream,
My muscles shook as I tried to scream.
As my mind became full of fright,
I merged with the ghost.
The rudest of ghosts,
The one that goes bum in the night.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2025-09-13 at 02:20
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