Those
Kids: Part Two
By: Roger
Alderman
The very next morning slowly they
each awoke
Then their uncle sat them down
and assured them that “this is no joke!”
“You played with my gear that I
can see!”
“Don’t do it again unless you ask
me!”
They each nodded and they each
understood
Their uncles gear next time they
must ask
“Regardless” and no matter how
“paramount the task”
Somethings not right this much I
know
Tell of your ghostly issues and
your ghastly woes
Their uncle sat silent as the
children began
Each spoke truth… well as much as
they can
The devil’s in the detail he
continued to say
We must examine everything about
that fateful day
“the urn can hold the ghost,”
declared the ghost hunting man
I’ve hunted all manner of ghost
on high and below
I did learn much on my ghost
hunting show
The children all nodded and
agreed
The warnings their uncle offered
they surely must heed
They searched the small town seeking
their prey
The first of the specter was a
creature of sin
Something so wicked
Wants to perform its vice again
and again
Greed was its game and also its
name
and cared not whom it stole from
all the same
The trick was to find
A person quite out of their mind
With greed in their head
And Containing a soul of the dead
like someone avoiding their own
kind
A philanthropist whom has fallen
from grace
A man now scorned with egg on his
face
A once great man until the
specter took hold
His thoughts about others slowly
grew cold
The children agree it was the
best place to start and man with full of greed with a dead heart
The man they found where he now
lived
On the south edge of town
That’s where it dwelled and where
it hid.
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