I never claimed I was an all-perfect ghost,
It’s not in my phantasmal nature to boast.
But never have I felt such a sense of remorse
As when I accidentally haunted a horse.
It really, truly was an honest mistake,
But my spirit friends all act like it was an earthquake.
Yes, I understand why they grumble and grouse,
I intended to haunt a spooky old house.
If you think about it, my unintentional gaffe
Would make you guffaw, chuckle and belly-laugh.
The reason I did not haunt my chosen dwelling
Is all the result of an unlucky misspelling.
The house I had chosen vast, dark and damp,
The horse I ended up in gave my neck a cramp.
Plus, my ghost reputation is forever sullied,
Since instead of a house I reside in a steed.
My boss was unsure what punishment to give,
He decided it seemed like I was where I live.
I agree and find his words are awfully astute,
I live in- and feel like- a horse’s patoot!