The haunted hotel in the
sky,
through the clouds
sailing high.
Hidden from the sunshine
rays,
darkness throughout nights
and days.
Ghosts creep around the cobweb
halls,
floating in wait for
someone to call.
Suddenly the doorbell
lets out a ring,
the ghosts all rush to do their
thing.
The door creaks open, lights
are dim,
A howling starts in the sweeping
wind.
At the door a bear does
loom,
He’s lifted by a red balloon.
He’s smiling, friendly and
so kind,
ghosts can’t help but change
their mind.
They lose their scary,
haunting flaw.
A welcoming hotel forever more.100 Mani's Dad
This is an exciting and imaginative poem! What inspired you to do this piece of work?
ReplyDeleteVery Imaginative and unique, I really liked the poem.
ReplyDeleteOllie cooke