The Haunted Public Toilets
Pee or poop, at your own risk
The Haunted Public Toilets
The haunted public toilets stand in town
a place that really should come down
for inside waits a ghost so crude
his tricks are filthy his manners rude
He creeps about with unseen hands
no one escapes his grim demands
bums and parts he tries to touch
the shock alone is far too much
Locals warn and shake their head
go in alone you will dread
for once inside you will not stay
you turn and run the other way
The doors still hang the tiles are cracked
the air is heavy the light is black
yet still it waits with greedy glee
a ghost that should not ever be
So leave it locked let weeds grow high
no one will mourn no one will cry
these haunted toilets cursed and foul
hold only whispers and a prowling howl
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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A different poem, but I really liked it. Sounds like a whole pot of public toilets in Australia, but they aren't haunted!