Haunted Tv Poem by Phil Soar

Haunted shows on my TV
Scare the bloody crap from me
Subscribing to them is for free
But they scare the bloody crap from me

Ghostly apparitions fly
Poltergiests that pass on by
Noises that you can't explain
Sights that you won't see again

Torchlight beams that pick out faces
Spirits that may leave no traces
Reality means that it's not real
That doesn't help the way I feel

"So turn it off", my wife has said
The shock of this might leave you dead
But I can't resist a nightly peak
Although the programme leaves me weak