Single White Ghost
You cannot ever see me
but you know I'm here.
I'm the thoughtful one
who put the soap in your beer.
My body's just a shadow
but my humour's still intact.
However else could you explain
your manic running cat?
I have such strong stage presence:
you know I'm in the room.
But beauty's such a challenge
when my make-up's shade is "Moon".
Still, it can get lonely
As I walk through door and wall
I'd like to go out dancing ...
Please just give me a call.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
SS #120 -- Ghosts
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4 comments:
great homour --- a smile on a very wet gray day!!!
Delightful little diddy. ;)
very nice, I enjoyed reading it :)
I have always loving the rhyming poem. I must try it again soon.
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