"Boo", said the ghost,
But it really didn't scare,
'Cause I couldn't take my eyes,
Off his vivid ginger hair.
It's really not the same,
If head to toe's not white.
Well, it isn't going to work,
When they try to spook and fright.
But he tried and he tried,
Even though the cause was lost.
And he even sprayed it silver,
Like a pumpkin tinged with frost.
But I suppose I shouldn't laugh,
As he puffs and sighs and moans.
So I told him what to do...
...a white wig he now owns!
©2002 Gareth Lancaster
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