Aryaman, the Poet <br />Moved from the MIG Colony in Bandra <br />To Sion’s Kalpataru building so tall <br />That his hands touched the azure blue sky. <br /> <br />On his first night in the new house <br />He had a sweet dream, <br />After eating at dinner <br />A Totapuri mango with white sour cream. <br /> <br />He saw a very large house <br />That looked spooky and dark <br />With all its doors and windows wide open <br />Making creaking sounds until the following morn. <br /> <br />A friendly ghost lived in the house <br />And kept bats and mice for company. <br />When the sun came out <br />The ghost would say <br />“Am I hungry! Time for breakfast, <br />Thank God or Goblin, at very long last! ” <br /> <br />“After all the hard work I do at night, <br />I must have two fried eggs <br />With the sunny side up <br />And a loaf of fresh brown bread.” <br /> <br />“For, I am a Ghost <br />Who loves nothing more than eggs <br />And a thin spread of my bats and mice <br />On a thickly buttered, crisp and golden toast.”<br /><br />Aryaman Naik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghost-who-ate-buttered-toast/
