Posted: May 09, 2019 1:25 pm
by Spearthrower
Ode to a Ghost

Thought I, lost are my keys
But whence came about such fee-fees?
Asleep I awoke, and there were you
Floating in non-mundane goo
Ghost you sprang, I must confide
From universes that did collide
Sneaky foreign laws stole through
Serving Russellian high-tea for two
Surprised yet, there was no fear
Perhaps because you quothed Shakespeare
To be or more likely not to be
All supernatural humbuggery
Truth, lies and mental states
Taj Mahals on roller skates
The ghost frowned and berated me
Cito said good poetry!