The Giggly Ghost

In a house creaky, old, and gray, Where shadows danced the night away, Lived a ghost named Boo, quite small, Ready for scares, to give his all.

A brave young boy, with pup so bright, Walked in that house one spooky night. Boo peeked and planned, a chilling fright, To scare them both with all his might!

He wailed a "WHOOOO!" and rattled chains, Did spooky dances, causing pains... (Of laughter, that is! Not ghostly strains!) But the boy just chuckled, it eased Boo's pains.

The boy said, "Ghost, you're not that scary! Your sheet's askew, your wail's quite airy! My dog, Fido, thinks you're hairy... But mostly just a bit contrary!"

Fido barked a playful sound, And spun in circles, on the ground. Boo, the ghost, just spun around, His ghostly sheet upon the ground.

He tripped and tumbled, landed flat, Beneath a dusty, cobwebbed hat. The boy and dog, where were they at? They helped him up! Just think of that!

Boo blushed a shade of spectral green, The silliest ghost you've ever seen. He wasn't scary, mean, or keen, Just a giggling ghost, a happy queen!

Now Boo and boy, and Fido too, Play hide-and-seek, with me and you! The haunted house? It's fun and new, 'Cause scary ghosts? Are silly, too!