The Ghost in the Shower
So there I was, taking a bath,
when a cold, cold chill passed o’er me,
As if someone or some thing then
was silently looking at me.
At first I was tempted to laugh
at such a foolish little qualm,
But the fear returned, cold again
and my heart was no longer calm.
I screamed out and vented my wrath,
but it came to naught, all in vain.
My wife appeared to ask just then,
"Singing in the shower again?"
"Why no," I cried, "I felt a draft,
as if a ghost were watching me."
"I’ve seen you nude," my wife did grin,
"and what you have, no ghost would need."
Citizen Poet 