FREIND IN THE GRAVEYARD
I’m walking in the graveyard,
To see a very old friend,
I have flowers and a card.
Whenever I go to see him,
He looks quite pale,
Maybe because I’m loud.
But this time I’ll behave,
’Cause I’M the the leaving the grave.
DON’T BREATH IN AT A GRAVEYARD,
They say to hold your breath at a graveyard,
So that you don’t swallow a ghost,
Wether you’re on a post,
Or making toast,
Hold your breath,
So you don’t swallow a ghost!
Well that’s fine with me I suppose,
If its true or not its tough to hear,
I’ve been holding my breath for the past 10 years.
2 thoughts on “SpOoky, Funny poems”
Like the ghoulish, surprise ending. Wondering what’s your inspiration for your poems? Thanks for sharing your writing / communication gift with all of us.
Thank you for the comment! My inspiration to write comes from whatever mood I’m in, or whatever I learn about.