HAMILTON’S GHOST?
Maybe I saw it … and maybe I didn’t
Whatever I saw - it saw me!
Under my bed or in back of the closet
“Was it or wasn’t it glaring at me?”
Noise in the night, there’s the creak of the floorboard
the squeak of a door as it closed
Bumps in the attic? My heart beats erratic
“It’s only the wind!” I suppose.
Lightning is frightening but wholly explicable
Thunder? No wonder I jump!
But - how to explain anything so despicable
it stares and it comes with a thump?
Maybe I slept or maybe I didn’t
Whenever it crept I awoke
Screaming or praying - affrighted, I’m saying
Dauntingly, hauntingly, “This is No Joke!”
Aaron Burr, (touched by a hairy paw) thought he saw
Hamilton’s ghost by his bed
Booth felt the whiskers of Lincoln back from the dead
Brutus feared most it was Ceasar’s ghost clawing his head
I’m on the edge and losing my sanity
Can it be simply a
“this” or a “that”?
As it turns out at the sunrise I finally see
IT’s ONLY MY OWN F-ing CAT!!
(Meee-owww) 