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There Was A Young Lady Called Anna

There was a young lady called Anna
Who lived in a haunted manor.
A ghost named White
Sang at night
In a most delightful manner …!

There was a young lady called Anna
Who lived in a haunted manor.
A ghost named Ria
Filled her with fear
So she left that haunted manor!

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There Was A Young Lady Called White

There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
When she entered my room
In the depths of the gloom
I received a terrible fright!

There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
When she entered my room
In the depths of the gloom
I said”please, turn on the light!”.

There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
When she entered my room
In the December gloom
I said “is that you, Miss White?”

There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
My good friend Jane
Does maintain
That she haunts her house at night!

There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
The drink making me brave
I slept on her grave
But I didn’t see Miss White!

Ghosts

Some see shapes gray
And say
“They are ghosts”.
Others perceive
Only bedposts
And grieve
For the naive
Fool
Who does believe
In spooks
And ghoul.

The rationalist takes refuge in books
But, on a dark night,
When the electric light
Fails
Even the sceptic sometimes pales
At the unexplained draft
Or shadows on the walls.
As he recalls
Nursery tales.
“I am daft”
He will say,
While fervently praying for the coming of day.

Come Halloween

Come Halloween, I shall hide behind gravestones
And rattle artificial bones,
And should anyone ask
Why I perform this task
I shall with a blood curdling groan
Confess That I have no bones of my own …

Another Ghost

Another ghost.
Another mocking toast,
How the hands of the clock do turn,
Never to return
To the point before
That particular door
Was unhinged by me.
I see
A procession of sweet ghouls
That call on fools
To follow
Them to the place where the hollow
Slink
Along
And The song of love is told
By the chink
Of gold.

Uneventful

All was still in the church.
No lurch
Of sudden fear
To chill
My heart
As I passed the stones where the dead sleep.
Should I create, for the sake of art
A devil with horn?
No, I am forlorn
For this year
Neither scheming demon
Nor the obscene
Fingers of the dead
Troubled my boring Halloween!

The Serpent

Swimming in sulphurous waters
With the daughters
Of Eve.
Adam doth grieve
But woman does not deceive
For man does freely choose
His innocence to lose.

Man desires
Paradise
While the serpent sires
Vice
Under indifferent skies.

The serpent lies
Apparently slumbering,
While secretly numbering
Every notch
That does blotch
His once perfect bed posts.

Ghosts
Themselves flaunt
And haunt
The dismal caverns of the mind.

No peace can man find
With the vampire
Desire
For she on herself feeds
And seeds
Lust
In we human dust.