Okay, seeing as I'm here, I figured I might as well post up some of my poems to share with the rest of the world BE WARNED: I am not a poet. I dont right meaningful poems. The best I can do is rhyme.
Ghost
High on a hill,
in a small haunted house,
there lived a small ghost, as big as a mouse.
He lived all alone,
not a person in sight,
the poor ghost was lonely -scared of the night.
Once He'd been happy,
once he'd been glad. . .
but then came along, THE NAUGHTY BIG BAD!
The Naughty Big Bad was scary and mean,
it scared away the cat, the mouse and the queen. . .
I forgot the rest of it, and my brain cant seem to make up anything more. . . (I never claimed to be smart!) | 
