The Haunted Public Toilets

The Haunted Public Toilets

The haunted public toilets stand in town

a place that really should come down

for inside waits a ghost so crude

his tricks are filthy his manners rude

He creeps about with unseen hands

no one escapes his grim demands

bums and parts he tries to touch

the shock alone is far too much

Locals warn and shake their head

go in alone you will dread

for once inside you will not stay

you turn and run the other way

The doors still hang the tiles are cracked

the air is heavy the light is black

yet still it waits with greedy glee

a ghost that should not ever be

So leave it locked let weeds grow high

no one will mourn no one will cry

these haunted toilets cursed and foul

hold only whispers and a prowling howl