A Poem For Friday

Ghostly Woes

I am a ghost and my aim is to scare,

Sending shivers, chilling all those who dare

Enter my deepest and deadliest lair,

Alas, I’m not very good.


As a lad, I couldn’t wait to be dead,

To walk through walls, but I always hit my head,

The world’s worst ghost is what the guidebooks said,

Alas, I’m not very good.


My breath is so pungent it’s stale,

And I have perfected my blood-curdling wail,

But all folk do is laugh so I have failed,

Alas, I’m not very good.


My face isn’t that fearsome, it’s true,

Not even when I shout the loudest boo,

Perhaps a ferocious mask will do,

Alas, I’m not very good.


The story of my death is not the best,

I was pulling on my faithful string vest,

It stuck round my neck, well, you know the rest,

Alas, I’m not very good.


If you’re lonely, come and see me one night,

I promise I won’t give you a fright.

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13 Responses to A Poem For Friday

  1. Linkingpeople2003 says:

    A Prose For Friday

    Ghostly Woes

    I am a ghost and my aim is to scare, sending shivers, chilling all those who dare to enter my deepest and deadliest lair. Alas, I’m not very good. As a lad, I couldn’t wait to be dead to walk through walls, but I always hit my head. The world’s worst ghost is what the guidebooks said. Alas, I’m not very good. My breath is so pungent it’s stale and I have perfected my blood-curdling wail, but all folk do is laugh so I have failed. Alas, I’m not very good. My face isn’t that fearsome, it’s true, not even when I shout the loudest boo. Perhaps a ferocious mask will do. Alas, I’m not very good. The story of my death is not the best. I was pulling on my faithful string vest, it stuck round my neck, well, you know the rest. Alas, I’m not very good. If you’re lonely, come and see me one night, I promise I won’t give you a fright.

    The End

  2. You have the lightest touch, Esther – you take a ghost and give us smiles – I’d say that’s very good!

  3. Rae Longest says:

    Shades (pun intended) of Casper, the FRIENDLY ghost…loved every word!

  4. I enjoy ghostly poems, I`ve written several myself. I like the comical take on this one.

  5. sarianladyaolcom says:

    Your ghost made me laugh .Thank you

  6. There’s no “alas” about it.
    Luckily, your ghost made me chuckle.
    It’s a lovely poem.

  7. markbierman says:

    Ouch! The sting of failure in life AND death. 🙂 Well done, Esther.

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