The Ghost

Don't trust them.

I was walking through the woods when I heard a noise
The noise was very quiet, like a whisper of some boys.
I turned around in my fear
Asking, "Who is here?"
And there appeared a ghost.
A ghost eating some toast.

I approached the ghost with caution,
In fear that she will eat me.
Instead, she held out her hand,
And said, "Afraid? Don't be."

I had reached for her hand,
But I really could not.
My hand went right through,
And the ghost was distraught.

The ghost tried something different,
Very weird it seemed.
She reached into her pocket
And held out a bean.

"Eat the bean," she said with a twinkle in her eye.
I did as the ghost said and I began to fly.
The ghost giggled and snorted, rolling about in the floor
She cackled and said, "May you live nevermore!"

Suddenly I felt this strange feeling in my gut
I felt myself getting bigger
From my head to my butt.
I fell to the floor, everything shaking when I landed
The ghost was still laughing
Leaving my dignity stranded.
I felt all woozy and weak and frail
The ghost shouted to me, "You epic fail!
"Look at you! At the brink of death and pale!"
I closed my eyes and faded in black
I reflected the intelligence that I had lacked.

The important lesson for you today,
Is to never trust a ghost
And you'll be okay.
Just so you know so everything's clear,
Don't talk to a ghost, go ride a deer.