by Rosario Charie Albar
The night was dark and dreary
I was tired and weary
The air was far from cheery
I felt a little leery.
I heard a faint knock, knock
Like the tick tock of a clock
Not the pounding of a rock
But the turning of a lock.
I went to open the door
And beheld not one but four
And in the distance many more
Ghosts so scary I fainted on the floor.
"Come with us for a jaunt"
"To places we will haunt"
I cowered and said "please don't"
But they dragged me as was their wont.
Our first stop was at a bar
Where men were drinking by the jar
Ghosts appeared and it was war
But the drunks merely laughed har, har, har.
To a parked car we went
Where love was heavenly sent
The ghosts screeched and gave full vent
But the lovers were to each only intent.
Then we crashed into a party
Kids in costumes how teenie boppy
The ghosts in unison howled eerily
"Cool" said the kids and danced merrily.
The night was being pared
Yet not one victim had been scared
The ghosts frustrated but dared
One more trip before light bared.
We swooped into a house
Found two old folks half drowsed
The ghosts in full regalia ready to joust
Noises of the night they doused.
Grandma and grandpa didn't stir
Neither had their vision gear
Nor wore their hearing aid to hear
They sat content and had no fear.
All too soon came dawn
I found myself on my lawn
Chilled and tired I heard a moan
A cold body beneath my bone.