What was that sudden
chill I felt?
Like I had just been doused
with cold water?
Oh, it was just an old ghostie
heading past me,
towards the table of food
with a saunter.
But oh poor ghostie,
he tries to bite and sup
but his teeth and tract are translucent,
Oh, lucky for us!
For no one wants to see
wine sloshing through his innards
and have him spoiling our dinner
by seeing him masticating
those delicious treacle tarts.
Dear sir Nicholas De Mimsy Porpington,
could not join the headless hunt.
He was nearly headless, but not quite
because the acre with which he was beheaded , was blunt.
The fat monk was a merry old soul,
and a merry old soul was he,
the imprint of a departed soul
and the Hufflepuff ghostie.
The ghostie grey lady
was Helena Ravenclaw when alive.
She stole her mother's diadem
in order to make herself more wise.
It was the Bloody Baron
who killed her
in Albania's wild forests
and now he wears chains
as an act of penitence.
The clanking noise made by them,
is a sound everyone detests.
She moans, she groans,
she is the worst of them all.
Moaning Myrtle who haunts the toilets
and lives in the S-bend of a stall.
So if you ever feel
a sudden shiver up your spine,
just think of those creepy haunters
who cannot drink or dine.
chill I felt?
Like I had just been doused
with cold water?
Oh, it was just an old ghostie
heading past me,
towards the table of food
with a saunter.
But oh poor ghostie,
he tries to bite and sup
but his teeth and tract are translucent,
Oh, lucky for us!
For no one wants to see
wine sloshing through his innards
and have him spoiling our dinner
by seeing him masticating
those delicious treacle tarts.
Dear sir Nicholas De Mimsy Porpington,
could not join the headless hunt.
He was nearly headless, but not quite
because the acre with which he was beheaded , was blunt.
The fat monk was a merry old soul,
and a merry old soul was he,
the imprint of a departed soul
and the Hufflepuff ghostie.
The ghostie grey lady
was Helena Ravenclaw when alive.
She stole her mother's diadem
in order to make herself more wise.
It was the Bloody Baron
who killed her
in Albania's wild forests
and now he wears chains
as an act of penitence.
The clanking noise made by them,
is a sound everyone detests.
She moans, she groans,
she is the worst of them all.
Moaning Myrtle who haunts the toilets
and lives in the S-bend of a stall.
So if you ever feel
a sudden shiver up your spine,
just think of those creepy haunters
who cannot drink or dine.