The ghost


Someone knocked on my bedroom door

I switched the bedside lamp and with rolled

Up TLS opened the door.

Peering into the darkness of the living room

I thought I saw a shadowy figure

On approaching it disappeared

Checked the entrance door all was locked

And put the paper on the table after all it was

Only good to swatting flies.

Well, it was not a thief they do not knock

Before entering, I went back to bed again.

Before going back to sleep, I thought it was

Not an assassin, perhaps a phantom who

Had nowhere to go and had knocked on the door

In the hope of finding someone to talk with to pass

the time.


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