Deep in the Northern Florida woods
away from prying eyes
The spindly pine and sickly oak
hide from the crying skies.
“C’mon inside,” the ghostly moan
and gnarled finger smile
to anyone who passes by
“Y’all come stay awhile.”
A house of horror waits for those
who dare to trick or treat
A canine howl, a fearsome growl
begets a quick retreat.
You dare not move…you can’t escape…
a roiling approaches.
It cannot be! Dear God, a herd
of fifty thousand roaches!
The zombie dogs are out the door
they stir up all the sand
and lick to death forevermore
the bravest in the land.
The sight I beheld
Made my flesh quiver
I’m not easily shaken
But this caught my eye
I recognized that man
I knew he had died
Now standing before me
No worse for wear
In a sparkly white jumpsuit
And shiny black hair
I was stunned by his presence
I whispered “The King?”
He winked as he nodded
Then started to sing!
As he crooned “Love Me Tender”
I started to scream
No sound escaped
Just like in a dream
Then he sauntered close to me
And opened his mouth
“Wheres the costume party?
Is that the right house?”
I sighed in relief
and started to giggle
In time to watch
those famous hips wiggle
Then, without warning
His spirit took flight!
He faded away
Like mist in the night.
I know what I saw.
I have not one doubt.
The ghost of dear Elvis
Was out and about.
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