I was walking home one night,
I was late so I took a shortcut,
I went through the cemetery.
The quietness surrounded me
Bringing peace to my mind.
As I walked on I heard a sound,
A tapping sound.
The further I walked
The louder it got and I was scared.
But then I saw it,
A man was chiselling,
Chiselling a tombstone.
I was relieved to see this man,
This man working.
I stopped by him and asked,
“Why are you working so late?”
He looked at me and replied,
“ They spelt my name wrong!”
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 30th, 2025 01:01
- Category: Humor
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Comments4
Ahh, lol, good write Gold. I was reading of some of Guy Fawkes & Co conspirators. It's said there's some ghosts of some of them in various Halls, Castles, etc.
Yes, Coughton Court is close to me where the conspirators of the Gunpowder Plot met and their ghosts are still there.
Thanks Orchi.
Andy
Was he a ghost writer? lol A fun read Andy.
Yes he was soren, he sometimes writes for me. LOL.
Andy
LOL oh Andy!!!!!👻
Thank you Teddy.
Andy
Now that’s one to get the kiddos going! 👻🕊🙏🏻
So kind arqios, thank you.
Andy
Most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
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