©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson
A gaggle of giggling ghosts gathered gaily
to groan in the graveyard one night.
They glided so gracefully, Griggsby the groundskeeper
gasped at the glorious sight.
He gaped as the glimmering, glistening glow
grew legs and goose-stepped through the grasslands below.
Then, just at the gate of my grandma and gramps,
the ghoulish gang sneezed and blew out like gas lamps.