Ghosts

Ghosts live here my brother said,

He always tried to scare me,

I was seven when he was ten,

He said I was a fairy.

When I was 9 and he was 12,

He said ghosts were not a joke,

Look in the loft when it is dark,

As he gave my chest a poke,

When I was 12 and he 15,

I crept into the loft, 

I put a sheet upon my head,

And gave the floor a knock.

My brothers face was etched with fear,

As he raced to tell our mother,

I opened up the hatch and laughed,

Its payback time dear brother,

Revenge came sweet, with a cotton sheet,

To his friends, I'd here him boast,

He can't scare me, I'm like 15

There's no such thing as ghosts

5 more years have passed since then,

To the loft he still won't go, 

He spent those years just working hard,

To buy a bungalow.