mystery ii

Poetry

Salford 30th March 2019

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a response to iscriblrs wonderful mystery challenge…enjoy.

A strange thing happened the other night

Under the cover of dark

Something with a sweet tooth paid us a call

He snook into the kitchen, without giving us a fright

And sitting down at my birthday cake, he did park

Having eaten his slice, he went out the door

Lighting up the kitchen , as he passed by the walls

And leaving a trail of cake crumbs on the floor

Ghost Structures

Places
Gasometers of Salford on Liverpool Street...Captured on Inky's camera and given a neon glow.
The old gasometers of Liverpool Street



In Order to make Salford look more like town

they’re tearing the old gasometers down

resplendent in their pastel blue

their removals caused a bit of a do’

as money men wave around their cash

trying to make the city look flash

Macolls Ghosts flies around in disgust

as they tore at the giants covered in rust

and locals they begin to frown

another landmark lost of the ‘dirty old town’

Little Ghost

Ghosts, Poetry, Spooky

A poem in response to the prompt

Ghost

A little ghost went out to play

but found the children ran away

when he appeared that hallowed night

and wondered what gave them a fright

He’d been sat all alone in that old spooky house

with no one to speak to but a passing mouse

who after seeing our friend with a squeak

ran off quickly with nowt but an eeek!

But then one night of All Hallows’ eve

an old black cat, was playing in leaves

he had spotted the little ghosts ghostly head

and decided to play in his house instead.

And the old black cat, brought his chums along too,

chanting and wailing and all going boo!

And the ghosties and ghouls that lived round the place

made friends with the ghost with the bluish white face

So when you see trails on All Hallows’ eve

dont be frightened or worried and just believe

as the hosts have their tea at little ghosts place

the one where the host has a bluish white face

Little Ghost’s Tale

Cats, Ghosts, Halloween, Poetry, Witches

A little ghost came out to play
but found the children ran away
When he appeared that Hallowed Night
He wandered what gave them a fright

He’d been alone in that old spooky house,
with no one to talk to but a passing mouse
who after seeing little ghost wi a squeak
ran off quickly with an eek!

But then one night of New Years Eve,
an old black cat, were playing in leaves…
He spotted little ghosts ghostly head
and decided to play in his house instead.

And the old black cat, brought his chums too
chanting and wailing and all going BOO!
and the ghosties and ghouls all round the place
made friends with the ghost wi’ the bluish white face

So when you see trails on All Hallows Eve,
Don’t be frightened, Don’t worry, Just believe
as the ghosts have their tea at Little Ghosts Place,
the one where the host has a bluish white face