Halloween Poetry

A couple of years ago, I was going through old papers and such, and I ran across a very old green spiral notebook with one of my early literary efforts preserved in it. It's not Shakespeare, but it made me smile--in third grade my homeroom was classroom #3, and my class was known for being a bit rowdy. I reproduce the poem here, just as I found it. Hopefully it will make you smile too... Happy Halloween!

The Ghost of Classroom #3

by Amber Myers (age 8)

There’s a tapping at the window,

A moaning at the door,

And something ectoplasmic

Is sticking to the floor…

But don’t panic, don’t be frightened

By anything you see,

It’s really nothing special,

Just the Ghost of Classroom Three.

It doesn’t come out often,

Just once or twice a year,

It wanders around then,

Poof!

It disappears.

Sometimes it sits at the desk,

Marking books continuously,

But it’s really nothing special,

Just the Ghost of Classroom Three.

Some say it was a teacher

Who met a nasty end,

She had a class of nasty kids

That drove her around the bend.

And sometimes there is screaming,

And it weeps dismally,

But it’s really nothing special,

Just the Ghost of Classroom Three.

She swore she’d come and haunt them,

But they laughed and didn’t care,

And now she haunts the cupboard

(Which otherwise is bare).

And sometimes there are others,

A whole classroom full you can see,

Doing endless homework

For the Ghost of Classroom Three.

Some say it isn’t possible,

And it’s just a story,

But classroom three you must admit,

Feels different, sort of eerie.

And once upon the blackboard,

Someone wrote mysteriously,

‘I’ll haunt this school forever,

I’m the Ghost of Classroom Three.’

There’s a rapping at the desktops,

A rattling at the door,

And something is trying to get out

Of the teacher’s locked desk drawer.

But don’t panic, don’t be frightened,

Don’t scare too easily,

It’s really nothing special,

Just the Ghost of Classroom Three.