There’s a lot to be said for waking the dead
in the middle of the night.
They’re always fast asleep by then
so it gives ‘em quite a fright.
‘Hello, Aunt Bessie, is that you,
and what’s it like being dead?’
‘Yo, Uncle Moe, was it a blow
of a crowbar to your head?’
We have such a laugh, the dead and me,
thanks to my ouija board.
I must ask for Ronnie Biggs next time:
‘Where did you stash your hoard?’