Mr Peek's poetry place...
Monday, 26 January 2015
The Sleepy Ghost.
There was a sleepy little ghost
Whose heart was full of dread,
Because he thought another ghost
Was underneath his bed.
And so he moved and went to sleep
In the place he loved the most,
Underneath the creaky bed,
Of another sleeping ghost.
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