SpOoky, Funny poems

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.