A NEW HOUSE (c) Copyright 2009 by Earl F. Hubbard Jr.
(from ONE HUNDRED & THREE LIMERICKS & RHYMES THAT EVEN YOUR CHILDREN & MOTHER COULD READ coming SOON!)
There's a homeless ghost in Vermont,
who needs a new house to haunt,
for his old digs
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as a wind BLEW through town,
while he was munching on a croissant.
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Hi dudee, you are so silly, everyone knows ghosts don't eat croissants, they eat ghouli o's lol they are said to be spookilicious hahaha I liked this ome Uncle Earl, lots of love little legs xxx
ps leave that stilt picture to me i'll see what I can do haha see ya later monkey's Uncle lol I'm the monkey, although I think you are a bigger one, if that's the case who's your Uncle
bye bye
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Hi Earl, you come up with the funniest short poems. It's a wonder the ghost wasn't blown away too, with the wind being so strong lol. Looking forward to the rest, love mars xxx
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Hi matey, this is very funny, a wicked poem, poor ghost lol. Stay cool matey love D xxx
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LMAO!!! Damn, what a bummer, enjoying a tatsty morsel
for a gust of wind to put the dampers on it...loving the picture
this is bringing to mind.
A pleasure baby
Love Chelle xxx



