In a place surrounded by cabbage,
Careful little farmer ghost,
Was playing in a fountain.
This wasn't a haunting ghost,
Just your average friendly ghost.
He may not have qualified,
To judge this years best pumpkin contest.
But he was picky about his friends.
He would try to horrify them,
By making the water ripple.
But he was too quaint for them to notice.
As the autumn season went onward,
The little ghost unraveled,
Into a small pile of silk.
This was strange to his friends,
for they had never seen anything like this.
But as they were remorse about him.
An idea struck them.
Maybe he had really never been,
And he was just a shiny pin.
Rolled up into a ball,
That unraveled.
So this they stuck too,
And that remains the story today.
For no one really knows,
Why the little ghost unraveled.
Author notes
From the word bank I used: cabbage,careful,farmer,fountain,haunting,horrify, quaint, qualified,remorse,and ripple.
A contest entry
- Word Bank Anyone? by Pamela A Lamppa.
1750 points, ended November 6, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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You have made good use of the wordbank in your story. A cute tale that will delight all ages. Thank you for your entry and best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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