The Graveyard ShiftA Poem by The Iron HorsemanA romp in the graveyard at night.
Stumbling through the graveyard at night, A bottle in my hand, I tumble over a headstone And hit my head hard when I land.
Staggering to my feet, I see a woman, Champagne glass in her hand, “Do you need some help?” she asked, “It seems you can hardly stand.”
“No, I'm fine, really” I said, “I'm just a little dazed.” “That's alright then,” the lady replied, “I'm just a little crazed!”
“Come,” she said, with a seductive smile, “Let's have ourselves a party.” “Now you're talking,” I answered back, “I can party hearty.”
“I like to dance,” she hinted With a stunning smile. “Me too,” I said, “I'll hum some music And we can dance a while.”
She moved in close and so did I, As into my arms I drew her, But it didn't quite work that way, My arms just passed right through her!
Jumping back in fright I tripped again, Falling back onto the ground. “My God, you're a ghost!” I gasped. “Yes,” she replied, “There's a lot of it going around.”
“I must have drunk more than I thought, This just cannot be real,” I said. “Oh yes, it can,” the woman replied, “This is what happens to you when you're dead.” © 2017 The Iron Horseman
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16 Reviews Added on April 26, 2017 Last Updated on March 17, 2018 Tags: graveyards, death, humour, ghosts, partying AuthorThe Iron HorsemanCanadaAboutAspiring new writer. I enjoy writing stories, poems and song lyrics. In fact most of my poems are song lyrics! All constructive input is welcome. If you think something sucks, tell me so. I won't be o.. more..Writing
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