A Sad Sad Story
i hear the sound of ghostly feet
plodding down the town's main street.
Hush! Hush! I cry as it draws near
And we all shiver in great fear.
Then it's squelch squelch squelch
And an awesome belch
And a strangulated curse
But not, I think, in verse,
As the feet hit cloying mud.
Things aint too good
As I exclaim
Poor Poey Munter's stuck again.