Ghost Writer
Sometime late last night-While I was home alone
I had a sense, a feeling-That chilled me to my bone
I had a foreboding notion-That I was not alone
The spirit of the Ghost Writer-Made himself at home
My laptop started smoking-Then it started to type
As you can imagine-I was full with fright
It hurt my eyes to try and read-The words that he did write
The screen covered with vermin-And crawly creatures of the night
I started going crazy-I must have gone insane
For I lost all sanity-When the keyboard burst in flame
The words that were written-Are scorched into my brain
Alas~ The spirit of the Ghost Writer-Shall write his own refrain