Monday, October 31, 2016

A man named Clifford

There once was a man named Clifford
That rode into town on a mule named Zipper;

Then Zipper died,
And Clifford cried,
For he very much liked his friend Zipper.

On Halloween night,
Zipper rose with a fright,
And galloped with delight.

Clifford sat astride his pet ghost,
Who adored his new post;
He felt more freedom than most,
Being allowed a ghostly coast.

But Halloween ended,
And the rules are quite candid:

Where a ghost fended,
There his energy must then be lended.
For the living must still be tended,

Because they are still alive.

Happy Halloween.