Six nights ago, a presence daunting,
came to my bed: a headless haunting!
With blood a-dripping. What a sight!
And by the morn, my hair was white!
Five nights ago, the ghost came back
his head now carried in a sack.
He felt my fear and saw me weep
but would not let me go to sleep.
Four nights ago, the ghost again
came to my bed, he looked in pain,
with head sewn back upon his head,
he climbed into my rumpled bed.
Three nights ago, the blasted haunting,
his extreme deadness, still as daunting,
joined me in my bed once more.
I’m sure it is against the law!
Two nights ago, the ghost resistant
recalcitrantly, still persistent –
I’d told him - with a nervous cough,
He must vacate. He must **** off!
Last night I asked him what he wanted
as I was sick of being haunted.
He looked amazed, said I was loco,
Cos all he wanted was some cocoa!