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
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Author:
willyweed (
Offline) - Published: July 27th, 2016 07:53
- Comment from author about the poem: you can make money ghost writing.
- Category: Fantasy
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Thank you WILLY for your ode ~ about the phantom who your pen did goad ! It has has happened to me ~ and it didn't stop ~ until it disabled my poor laptop ! The moral of the story ~ and I'm sure I'm right _ is never abuse your muse at night ! Thanks for sharing ~ Yours BRIAN
yes that must be it. Thank you Brian! for you time and sense of humor!
it's appreciated! ww
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