Poem -
Ghost Hunters
Ghost hunters..
I see them.
In my chamber..
Is there any body there ?
speak to me !
They invade my conscious..
with spheres on fire..
and books that speak..
and squeal...
I don't want to answer
their rudeness appalls..
I don't want to
illuminate their balls..
I hear them...
I ignore them.
Ghost hunters..
they persecute me..
stab me with their
electronic para tech..
What the heck is
that..
I'm from middle century..
I barely understand
what's said to me..
I can't read nor write..
Yet it appears on screen
Like I'm a professor..
Nay laddie I'm a taker
of grog and merry
ladies..leave me be..
leave me be..
in history .
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Comments
I just listened to the song....LOVE THAT song.....movie was fun too.....
~ "I'm a taker of grog and merry ladies...."
~ "Their rudeness appalls
I don't want to illuminate
Their balls..."
Fun stuff dear poet sister.....I hope I haven't misinterpreted your poem PAULINE......as a lighthearted stab at Halloween and its more jubilant angles!!.......ALL STARS!!.....Enjoyed this!!.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo : )
You are spot on Tony....
it's the ghost hunters
that get me, love the movie too...x
Who are you gonna call Ghostbusters I saw the movie more than once
How are you gonna call Ghostbusters