Poem 1: Prediction - The Small Ghostie
When it's late and it's dark
And everyone sleeps... shhh shhh shhh,
Into our kitchen,
A small ghostie creeps... shhh shhh shhh.
We hear knocking and raps,
And then rattles and taps.
Then clatters and clangs,
And he batters and bangs.
And he whistles and yowls,
And he screeches and howls...
So we pull up our covers our heads,
And we block up our ears and WE STAY IN OUR BEDS!