Pseudopsychosis.

Spooks, the ghost, was swaying in his spot,

Spooks, the ghost, saw a great ink pot!

Silly little Spooks wanted something to drink,

Silly little Spooks gulped down the whole blue ink!

And many still don’t believe it to be true,

But poor little Spooks turned all blue!

And do you expect Spooks to sit and cry?

Oh no, dear Spooks isn’t that sort of a guy.

Clever Spooks wanted to be head of the ghosts;

So he went to his friends and started to boast:

He talked of the angels and the spirits of the moon,

Of how he met them and got the colour as a boon!

The ghosts were fooled!

Clever Spooks ruled!

The ghosts and the angels all now chime:

“Spooks, the ghost, had a great time!”

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Do visit my blog for a “Spooks poem collection” and a brief intro about Spooks.

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