My family's favortie ghost poem. Ahem:

Early one morning, late one night
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot earch other.
Two deaf policemen heard the noise
And they came running and shot the two dead boys.

It always frightens me to the very core of my being and then I get all choked up with emotion.

I hope you weren't TOO frightened by it.