Frederick the Ghost

Everyone always wants to hear the origin story of a ghost.
Well… Frederick’s might be the lamest one on the whole East Coast.
One cold night he was wrapped in a heated blanket, fully engrossed
And never bothered to read the blanket’s warning label post.
Under the warmth, did his little toes roast
But he quickly fell asleep and turned into toast.
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Of his beautiful appearence, Frederick would frequntly boast,
But now in mirrors he cannot see what he longs for the most
So he roams the halls looking for another body to host.

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