It Was the Ghost

I’m sorry, Dad

You seem upset

You’re driving Kitty

To the vet

My lunch got in her bowl

Somehow, I suppose

But it wasn’t me

It was the ghost

I’m sorry, Mom

Your foot’s in pain

Because it landed on

My model train

I put that thing away

An hour ago

So it wasn’t me

It was the ghost

For you see

Back in the 18th century

There was a little old lady who lived in this very home

And she fell down a well and died

And it was sad and everyone cried

But her spirit rose from the grave and began to roam

And she loved children

And she loved kitties

And she hates it when mean parents make their children and their kitties eat disgusting food that they don’t like so stop it okay!!!

I’m sorry, Dad

It’s not my fault

That Mrs. Perkins switched the sugar

And the salt

Some salty coffee

With your toast

I guess you should

Not mess with ghosts

You bought a house

It came with a ghost

Cause it wasn’t me

It was the ghost