How garish and un-looked for,
The presence of light and frivolity.
Even playfulness.
A riot in the cemetery.
Constantly popping up,
Thomas was scared halfway out of his wits.
But then, I suppose,
Respectable people tend to stay dead.
I never said I was any good at poetry. I think I'm probably actually pretty bad at it. But this was fun to write.
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