Smoking in Bed
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I am the old ghost of the women who died
On the bed that you sleep in the night
If you don't mind me I'll have a smoke
It helps me put out the lights
If you see me here darling don't be quare
Surely having a little old puff
You know all the best, ye can't get rest
Lest you have a peck of the snuff
My name's Marjorie, back in 1903
When I was pulling the cart
I met me fate one terrible night
When hauling the wheat from the farm
The woods were mad and the wind was sad
And the creek gave an awful groan
The horse ran off and kicked me jaw
And I croaked once it carried me home
I turn on the teilifís sometimes
When I get bored at night
I think I gave the maître d'
A once a scary sight
You'll hear me here when I walk the stairs
Or maybe when opening doors
I don't mean harm or to alarm
But amusements here are poor
So would you believe it when I say
It's no walk in the park as a ghost
You get more bored than a prisoner
And you're busier than a host
Oh sorry to wake you, my gentleman
Do you have a light my dear?
Then she arose, walked through the wall
And I watched her disappear