The Spectre's Dilemma
Spooky March Poetry for Fun
This is for Mikeydred's March prompt.
March is unpredictable, even for Casper. Michelle Liew
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A spectre tried to spark a scare,
But it lost control, so unprepared
He threw a table, then it returned,
Smashing into Old Abe's urn.
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He tried to spook with all his might,
But was confused by the scene in sight.
"Why won't my ruin stay emplaced?"
He sprinted, as forks began to chase.
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This Huitian is entirely original, and the presence of AI Tags is coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (5)
What is Huitian? This is a very cute poem, I loved it and great job on rhyming!
Hahahahaha poor ghost. Loved your poem!
Very funny and cute, Michelle <3
Fantastic work Michelle! So unique!💕💖
You made me lose track of time with your humor. Despite the laughter, I see hidden messages. The ghost and the urn—maybe, I’m thinking, it hit it and awakened those who hold lanterns and search for real humans? The chasing forks—could it be that people today have ghosts for breakfast?