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Post by Artemis on Jul 10, 2009 6:23:07 GMT -5
 There was a little friendly ghost
But no one could quite see him.
He made the toaster pop up toast
And the goldfish he’d pour tea in!
He wasn’t naughty in his eyes
He wanted to be noticed.
So imagine one day his surprise
A man who could see ghosties!
He was a vicar by all accounts
Saw Ghosty right away,
Holy water in large amounts
On our little friend he sprayed!
Well Ghosty was so overjoyed
He sprayed that vicar back!
The vicar seemed a bit annoyed
He’d really lost his knack!
He left the house in a terrible rage
Said he never would return!
The owners left after that rampage
And left poor ghosty to yearn.
Then a family moved right in
With a little girl named Sue.
Ghosty spilled the biscuit tin
Then laughed and Sue laughed too!
She cuddles him and plays his games
They’re inseparable like twins,
Her mum and dad give Sue the blame
When they upturn all the bins!
Their little girl once sweet and nice
Now really is quite haughty,
That little girl made of sugar and spice
Now really is quite naughty! |
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Post by polonius on Jul 10, 2009 6:35:34 GMT -5
A clever blending of Caspar the Ghost and the more ominous idea of the living haunting and disturbing the peace of the dead.
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Post by Dr Fogg on Jul 10, 2009 17:30:19 GMT -5
Lovely poem ideal for children. Written to your usual high standard and with such flair.
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Post by stacy (FINALLY back!) on Jul 11, 2009 16:18:30 GMT -5
They really do say that children can see what the grown up cannot, and I, for one, am a firm believer in that. When I was a little girl of about 3, and I remember this like it was yesterday, my grandma's foster dad passes away. His name was Earl, and I called him "Uncle Earl". Anyway, Uncle Earl always used to hold me in his lap while he sat in his wheelchair on the screened in porch of their home. I remember grandma, mom, and I going there, and as mom was holding me and I was looking over her shoulder at the porch where Uncle Earl used to sit all the time, I waved at him, for he was sitting there in his chair smiling and waving at me. My mom asked me who I was waving at and I told her. I don't think I'd ever dealt with someone dying before, and she told me the best way any good mother could with a three year old "Honey you can't be waving at Uncle Earl 'cause Uncle Earl went to Heaven yesterday to be with the Angels and Jesus". I said, "Look mommy, he's sitting right there." And as I turned around the same time she did to look, he was gone. I still feel, after 33 years, that it was his way of "waving" goodbye to me before he entered into the next life from this one. I'm bookmarking this one, Kerry. Exalt! Exalt! Exalt!
Hugs~~~
Stacy
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Saffron
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Post by Saffron on Jul 17, 2009 17:42:47 GMT -5
I knew from the title this one was going to be good. KK, you made me smile so much. The rhyme and flow are as perfect as can be. The story is delightful! It encompasses all the mysteries of childhood from the invisible friend to the secrets that only children understand. I bet Sue goes to sleep with a huge smile on her face. *hug* Lita  |
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