Free Ghosts! Ghosts! Free!
I was selling them earlier, but I had no takers.
I’ve got calm ones and mean scary bungalow shakers
I’ve got quite a few that spew yucky green goo,
that sneeze and that slobber and gargle and chew.
I’ve got the nice kind, the good ones, that sing lullabies
the kind that smell nice and then scatter like butterflies.
I’ve got so many ghosts that I can’t quite keep track of ‘em
Wherever I go you know I’ve no lack of ‘em.
And since I’m really no kind of a ghost devotee
perhaps you could take a few–honest, they’re free!
Written for Poetic Asides November Poem-a-Day challenge – Prompt Free _____/ _____ Free.