In a lighthouse where the ghosts all dwell,
They guard the rocks and ring the bell.
One phantom sighs, “It’s quite the view,”
While floating past a crew of goo.
The lantern flickers, spirits cheer,
“We haunt with joy, no need to fear!”
But when a sailor trips and yells,
They laugh so loud they break their spells.
Copyright 04-/03/2026
~P.C. Snider
