A-HOUSE-HAUNT
Down the road that leads to the old mill
the haunted house was standing still
where Tom and Paul used to play
long ago on that fateful day.
The house was not haunted then,
but the two were to pretend
that a ghost went its rounds
and that they both were out of bounds.
There the pair would clown, would fool,
that day they were truant from school,
yet something dreadful was to occur
and set young Tom's mind astir.
Now young Paul has long been dead
for against a beam he struck his head,
though Tom insisted Paul did not die,
were you to ask he'd have told you why.
It was because they'd meet up to play
every year on that fateful day,
while the two together you'd not see
as Paul was the ghost of Tom's memory.
THE SINGER MISS G. MOTH SOARED
War had come around again.
Find the girl had took the name
of the Gypsy Moth aeroplane.
In the bar soldiers thronged
to hear her voice her songs
of lovers and lovers wronged.
All their fears they overcame
with a soaring sing-along.
DRAWING A LINE BETWEEN ?
She was drunk on love
when she phoned.
He was very-drunk
and droned and droned.
She'd not heard him
when this stoned.
She put down the phone,
hung up on him.
He'd be hung over
in the morning.
A landline now drawn
'tween both of them ?
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