
Ghosts Don’t Care
When all is said and done
and the guests have all gone home
the party isn’t over yet
the ghosts have yet to roam.
They finish up the cookie plate
and eat the chips and dip
and pour themselves a bit of tea
and have themselves a quip.
Barbara hadn’t tried to hide
the fact that she was mad
at Dotty for the rude remark
about her loving dad
But Betty sure was having fun
not much she had to hide
no one there gave one small hoot
that Barbara’s dad had died
And there he was upon the stone
right near the barbecue
without his brain and most his clothes
his thumbnail he did chew
He hated that he’d lost his clothes
and all his brains and blood
but that’s what happened when you ran
into the trucks chrome hood.
©2023 CBialczak

A great response to the pic. Novel idea and story. Enjoyed reading.
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A different response to the pic. Enjoyed reading.
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A fun bit of rhyming!
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Brilliant Christine! Loved it! ❤
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Thanks Carol anne! How have you been? I’ve been busy and not reading and writing much.
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Ouch! A bad end for him. Very interesting poem/ story Christine. Thanks for joining in.
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