Ghosts in the attic


There must be ghosts in my attic
Who try to keep me awake at night
Who stamp their feet like elephants
And pull chairs and tables.
They live above me
They make their presence known
Each night they seem so active and busy
Each day they pound away
Why can’t they settle knowing I need sleep
Just because they can’t?
Oh you ghosts in my attic
Surely, one day I shall go up to the twenty first floor
Knock on your door
And remind you, that you do have neighbours
So, please be quiet!
~Humour~ LorraineNur

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