Two ghosts I know once traded heads
And shrieked and shook their sheets to shreds –
‘You’re me!’ yelled one, ‘and me, I’m you!
Now who can boo the loudest boo?’
‘Me!’ cried the other, and for proof
He booed a boo that scared the roof
Right off our house. The TV set
Jumped higher than a jumbo jet.
The first ghost snickered. ‘Why, you creep,
Call that a boo? That feeble beep?
Hear this!’ – and sucking in a blast
Of wind, he puffed his sheet so vast
And booed so hard, a passing goose
Lost all its down. The moon shook loose
And fell and smashed to smithereens –
Stars scattered like spilled jellybeans.
‘How’s that for booing, boy? I win,’
Said one. The other scratched a chin
Where only bone was – ‘Win or lose?
How can we tell whose boo is whose?’
– by X J Kennedy