Ghosts at Night  
by James Lynch Bridson

Sleeping by day time,
Awake at night.
If you do that,
You'll have a fright.

Ghosts in the dark,
No candle lit,
YIKES! they're coming,
And very quick.

GRAB! He's got me
And he's going mad.
But I mustn't worry,
'Cause it's only my Dad.

From The Early Poetry of James Lynch Bridson edited by No-one,
but with Copyright © 2010 asserted by James Lynch Bridson