Bobby's Haunted House

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This was supposed to be posted before St. Patty's Day but things got in the way. But like my dear Grand-Father Sanders often said, --- "It'll Keep."

Submitted: March 19, 2018

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In Irish tales

Of ships and sails

And foggy glens

With spirits bright

There comes a tale

Of a haunted house

That lost it's owner

On a Moonless Night.

 

Now Bobby McLearie

Bought the house

And dealt with the spirits

For many a year

Then after a time

He found them funny

And laughed at the sounds

That many did fear.

 

When the chains in the attic

Dragged on the floor

Or the cries were heard

From within the walls

Bobby would dance

And play the fiddle

In the kitchen and basement

And up and down halls.

 

Bobby would laughingly

Mock the crying

The moans and the groans

And that wailing sound.

He would stand on the roof

And howl at the moon

Whenever the Banshees

Would fly around.

 

Pixies and Fairies

And Leprechauns too

Stay away

From Bobby's house.

Yes

That dwelling is a place of fear

To all

Even the kitchen mouse.

 

But not so for Bobby

No fear does he feel

And to dread

He never plays hoist

For Bobby died

Many years ago

And now

He's just a ghost.

 

 

JE Falcon

03-18-2018


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