ghost writer

willyweed

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

 

 

 

 

  • Author: willyweed (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2016 07:53
  • Comment from author about the poem: you can make money ghost writing.
  • Category: Fantasy
  • Views: 25
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    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

    • willyweed

      yes that must be it. Thank you Brian! for you time and sense of humor!
      it's appreciated! ww



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