As I leafed through dusty old tomes
I heard a loud rattle of bones.
Twas merely a ghost
Stealing crumpets and toast,
But it distracted me from those tomes!
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K Morris - Poet 
Do ghosts eat crumpets and toast? You live and learn.
Here’s a ghostly poem I wrote.
A phantom who once lived in Brighton
Haunted a carriage called a phaeton.
He drove down to the sea
With his friend, a banshee,
And all the folk they did frighten.
I’ve often seen ghosts eating all kinds of things. In fact I know one who eats nothing but steak and chips! Your poem made me smile, Vivienne. I wonder whether the ghost and banshee haunt the pebbly beach in Brighton? I remember walking across it in bare feet – rather an uncomfortable experience!
It certainly is uncomfortable, Kevin. I don’t know if the phantom and banshee have ever walked on it.
Perhaps they did, whilst eating steak and chips. Although a vampire would, of course need to avoid the stake.
😂😂😂
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Thank you for the kind share, Michael.
Beautiful poems, also the one of Vivienne! Thanks for sharing! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m delighted you enjoyed my poem and the one by Vivienne, which I also greatly enjoyed reading.