There once was a ghost <br />That loved to play <br />With my toast <br />While he would say <br />Twinkle my toes, twinkle my toes <br />But he loved to pick <br />His nose <br />While he was sick <br />From licking his toes <br />Which made his nose bleed <br />Because he was eating toast <br />And from eating tumble weed <br />The ghost caught chicken pox <br />So he had to live in a box <br /> <br /> <br />(4/4/07)<br /><br />Stacey Gibbs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-about-the-ghost-sonnet-4/
