
I am a ghost, a spooky sight,
With a ghostly grin and spectral might,
I haunt old mansions and creaky halls,
And send shivers down the bravest souls.
I rattle chains and whisper low,
And make strange noises to and fro,
I love to scare those who dare to roam,
In places where I make my home.
But sometimes things don't go to plan,
And I end up in a ghostly jam,
Like when I tried to spook a cat,
And ended up with fur in my hat.
Or when I floated through a door,
And found me on the third floor,
I forgot that ghosts couldn't use stairs,
And ended up in a tangle of chairs.
So if you see me floating by,
Don't be afraid, don't even try,
To run away or hide in fear,
Just laugh and say, "Oh, it's just a ghost here!"
About the Creator
Nivas
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