When I was on a secret mission <br />I was visited by an apparition <br />it came up out of the morning mist <br />and took the form of a trombonist <br /> <br />At first I thought this strange creation <br />was a figment of my imagination <br />then the poltergeist kicked off its shoes <br />and flew straight into an eight bar blues <br /> <br />Now something that I must expound <br />although I savour the horn's sweet sound <br />with the covert style of my expedition <br />I could do without this hot rendition <br /> <br />Spooky concerts in the morning <br />are something of an early warning <br />and the person I had come to spy on <br />kept alligators and a mountain lion <br /> <br />And since I wasn't keen to peg it <br />perhaps the phantom ought to leg it <br />before his ghostly horn recital <br />caused me to forfeit something vital <br /> <br />Then I remembered in my jacket <br />with my A to Z and my tennis racquet <br />was something guaranteed to chase <br />the sackbut spectre back to base <br /> <br />It could freeze the blood and chill the bones <br />and would turn the warmest heart to stone <br />I showed the fiendish troubadour <br />a picture of my mother in law <br /> <br />The shadowy visitor took one look <br />and was immediately thunderstruck <br />then like a genie on full throttle <br />he vanished back into his bottle <br /> <br />With the slush pump songster evanesced <br />I could continue with my furtive quest <br />without that noisy incarnation <br />bringing about my mutilation <br /> <br />The moral of this ghostly chronicle <br />could be tagged phantasmagorical <br />but underneath the thin veneer <br />lies an implication more sincere <br /> <br />That whether you're a saint or sinner <br />a loser or a lucky winner <br />the way to keep a nice cool head <br />is to leave your demons under your bed<br /><br />Neil McGreevy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haunted-by-the-past/
