The Ghosts are my Friends (a poem)

The haunted mansion is my abode
Where I rest and relax with ghosts
Around here we have a code
To keep our friendly spirits close

The stairs creak and the walls crack
The ghosts run free in the house
But the ghosts never attack
And rarely do they shout

The ghosts and I are best of friends
They keep me company through the nights
When I am in trouble, they lend a hand
I don’t even have to ask twice

Some people are afraid of ghosts
But to me they are quite harmless
We laugh and tell funny jokes
I find the ghosts very charming

(Photo by Anya Batalova on Unsplash)

4 thoughts on “The Ghosts are my Friends (a poem)

  1. Dave Williams October 30, 2021 / 10:09 am

    Good to have company in the haunted mansion 🙂

    • Nick Pipitone October 30, 2021 / 1:31 pm

      Indeed! Thanks for reading, Dave. I was thinking of Casper the Friendly Ghost while writing this one 😀

  2. Terveen Gill October 30, 2021 / 10:12 am

    Probably better than so many living people. Maybe death adds a spooky charm. Good one, Nick. 🙂

    • Nick Pipitone October 30, 2021 / 1:31 pm

      Haha! Tell me about it. Thanks Terveen 😊

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