The Haunting Games

I hid your lipstick

I scratched your car

I put a spider 

In your bra

I changed your shower  

From hot to cold

I switched your TV

To UK gold

I hid your tweezers 

Your keys and pens 

Mascara, earrings

Your contact lense

I just can't wait 

I'll be so glad 

When my haunting games

Drive you mad

It will be such joy

When I cease to be

Unless I go first

And you haunt me