Things that go bump in the night!
While sitting at the table
After finishing a meal
I heard a little noise
But I didn't think to squeal
While watching TV later
The cat pounced near the fire
I pulled my feet onto my chair
But I didn't quite expire
Later in the kitchen
Making a cup of tea
A rattle in the teabags...
A mouse stared right at me!
EEEEKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!
Lady D
Tired Poets
If some of our friends don't go Bump here soon
They are likely to get ostracised,
Which can be unpalatably painful,
I hope you've all realised.
Bump, Bump, Bump.
le fantôme-solitaire amical
Bump Bump Bump
Bump Bump Bump
Please don't ostracise me!
Thump Thump Thump
And please do not capsize me!
I went out on a boat
In the middle of the night
What I saw around me
Gave me an awful fright
A host of ghosts surrounded me
Said "Go to Poet's Portaloo
Quickly before it is too late!
Or you'll meet your Waterloo!"
So I paddled and paddled
As fast as I could
Away from the ghost
That was wearing a hood
And came to write about
In Death's Valley
Where black things were flying
Around in the alley
We didn't know what those things were
Can you take a guess at that?
Mesmerising as they were
Not viewed by me before, the bat.
pag
Bumpless
Nothing went bump in the night, last night,
Not even le fantôme,
To waken me it would have taken
Not less than a bomb!
le fantôme-serein amical
Wooooo-ooo-oo
When you encounter an old banshee
The blood in your veins will be iced
But that will be nothing, compared with your fear,
When attacked by a poltergeist!
le fantôme-wooo-oo amical
A BRIGHT IDEA
"What's that creak?" the child cowers
A sheltering pillow, buried for hours
Peek not past the blanket edge
Horror movies all re-dredge
Until "Lightswitch!" a brain empowers
Lady D
Bump, Bump, me bum/p
Rap, rap, I'm a ghost,
I deviate from the theme,
Because I don't Bump,
I just rap and I scream.
What's more, I do not
Do it only at night,
It means nothing to me
When I give you a fright!
For my amusement
I'll lurk in your houses,
Attired in a shroud
Or, more likely, trousers.
With my head on my neck
Or under my arm
I'll over-excite you
But mean you no harm.
le fantôme-croyable amical
Replay from the day
Lying in bed all cosy and warm
I hear a sound that's not the norm
A crashing frypan
Voices murmur and....
No one there when in I storm
Lady D
What's that Tapping?
T'was a sound quite eerie
on a night quite dreary
a constant tapping at my door.
"Please go away," I did implore.
But it continued through the night
causing me terrific fright.
As dawn approached, I venured out
fearing what I'd find, no doubt.
I felt relief down to my core.
T'was just a branch, and nothing more.
pag
Wooooo-ooo-oo
Things that go bump in the night
And moanings that give you a fright;
A spook with another to hector,
And screaming chain-saw to bisect 'er,
Howling away through the night,
Then you all need the amiable spectre.
le fantôme-scieur amical
Was it a Bump?
Twenty years ago
I lived in Perth
In a bottom level flat
Close to the earth
Every night
This bumping sound
Above my head
Came to the ground
Then a rolling noise
Was heard
Like ball bearings
In a word
I'll never know
What that noise was
My mind was boggling
Over in Oz
slug
The Dark Hours
We live in the country with no street lights
So the house is as dark as pitch at nights
When nature calls and I roam from bed
I try to walk through walls instead
Lady D
The Dark, Dark Hours
I've been in Lady D's house in the dark,
Arisen and done it, too.
She should have night-lights along her hallway,
Defining the track to the loo.
le fantôme amical