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The Ghost Outside

When I was young I used to live

in a house in a seaside town,

a terraced house on the top of a hill,

two rooms upstairs, three down.

It was a very comfortable home,

of mod. cons. it had but a few,

and the room I will always remember the most

is the outside one, the Loo.

This unusual little convenience,

the room that was used the most,

was light in the day and dark at night

and inhabited by a ghost.

If careful you could keep yourself safe

if you left, when you'd finished, in a rush;

the trick was to get back into the house

before it completed its flush.

But if you should dally, and hang around

after pulling the chain, in that loo,

you wouldn't have an earthly chance

for the ghost would surely get you.

So on a warm, late summer's eve

when the ghost awoke for the night,

if you had to go, then you had to go,

but went in a state of fright.

So steady, hand upon the chain,

like a sprinter at the start of a race,

get ready, pull now run like mad

into the house and...safe.