The Ghost and the Teenager

See the feeding of the ghost,

I think he's angry at the rib roast.

He finds it hard to see the zombie,

Overshadowed by the dreamy fomby.

Who is that hooting near the rabbit?

I think she'd like to eat the sabot.

She is but a gold teenager,

Admired as she sits upon a vis major.

Her freshwater car is just a cheese,

It needs no gas, it runs on actuaries.

She's not alone she brings a dog,

a pet turtle, and lots of pirog.

The turtle likes to chase a frog,

Especially one that's in the hog.

The ghost shudders at the charming spider

He want to leave but she wants the providerStart writing...