The Haunted Schoolyard
We’ve all heard the stories in the school lunch-queue,
Every village has its ghost or two –
Headless horsemen, women in white…
’Course, we don’t believe you, and you’re just kidding, right ?
Witches had a presence – there was always one around,
But werewolves and vampires, were rarely ever found.
We knew them from the telly, sure – a terrifying throng,
Yet somehow in the villages they didn’t quite belong.
And then there was that weird guy who hardly ever spoke,
Since ever since he’d lived alone, and never smiled at folk,
And his house was full of boxes full of empty snail shells,
And it made these funny noises, and sometimes funny smells.
The heroes of the playground were the locals who won’t rot –
The strangled and the drowned and the poisoned and the shot.
Spirits of our neighbours – though they’re long since dead and gone –
Except, of course, they’re not. They’re out there. Pass it on.