Said Lenin's ghost to Stalin's ghost: <br /> "Mate with me in the Tomb; <br />Then day by day the rancid host <br /> May gaze upon our doom. <br />A crystal casket we will share; <br /> Come, crusty Comrade come, <br />And we will bear the public stare, <br /> Ad nauseum." <br />Said Stalin's spook to Lenin's spook: <br /> "Long have you held your place. <br />The masses must be bored to look <br /> Upon your chemic face. <br />A change might be a good idear, <br /> And though I pity you, <br />There is within the Tomb, I fear, <br /> No room for two." <br /> <br />Said Lenin's wraith to Stalin's wraith: <br /> "You're welcome to my job; <br />Let millions of our mighty faith <br /> Gaze on your noble nob. <br />So when to goodly earth I've gone, <br /> (And I'll be glad to go), <br />Your carrion can carry on <br /> Our waxwork show."<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ghosts-2/
