The Ghost (A Poem)

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There is a ghost in my house, And frankly I'm mad. He makes sounds all through the night. He's acting very bad. The ghost is named Jasper. He's a most unfriendly ghost. I know that he's the culprit Who burnt my morning toast. Jasper puts holes in all my socks. He knocked over my priceless vase. He claims that it was junkie, And not in good taste. Jasper banged on my piano. He slammed the bedroom door. "Enough," I said to Jasper. "I can't take it anymore." My anger didn't matter. Jasper threw some dishes on the floor. I finally took extreme measures And called for Lenore. Lenore is a nagging ghost. The very worst kind. By the time she was finished with Jasper, He was frankly losing his mind. Jasper left my home. Lenore smiled and said goodbye. But before she left my house, She fixed my crooked tie.