A quirky little one this. Got it fired out during my course. Enjoy and let me know if you liked it. TTFN.
Cheers
Wolf

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The Ballad of Elsa McCann

In a relatively small semi,

In the middle of a town called Larne,

There lives a woman who loves the sea,

Her name is Elsa McCann,

No one would think to look at her,

But in her own quiet way,

Elsa McCann fought long and hard,

To keep dark forces at bay,

Though the demon of drink,

Is tough enough to battle,

Spirits like that are not the way you should think,

No: Elsa’s demons were much more corporeal,

It started when she had just gotten settled,

In a house called the Quiet Hills,

She was stacking up her medicine cabinet,

When something strange happened to her pills,

The small brown plastic bottles,

Started to pop their tops,

Elsa would have looked for the cause of this,

If she didn’t feel faint enough to drop,

She knew exactly what had happened,

Being an educated woman of the world,

Although a poltergeist was not what she had expected,

It was hardly something to stop this twenty-one-plus-VAT girl,

She called to the spirit,

Politely asking its name,

“Matt Finnucan,” came the spooky lilt,

“I am a man of countrywide fame.”

Acting as if nothing was strange about this,

Elsa asked “Well what brings you to my house?”

“I was not brought but bound to this place.

Death by pogo stick. I happened to slip on a mouse.”

Now Elsa having never been in this predicament,

Was not entirely sure what to do,

She called the local priest for a bit of support,

He wasn’t ready to support anyone at a quarter past two,

So Elsa apologised and put the phone down,

Se searched the web on her seventeen inch screen,

She glared at the monitor with a concentrated frown,

To see what information she could glean,

Her searches came up with plenty of sites,

Making a multitude of ridiculous claims,

Of sightings of demons, ghouls and spooks,

With missing feet, sheets and chains,

To her annoyance and frustration,

She found nothing of any real use,

For a woman in her complicated situation,

There were not many options from which to choose,

She decided to talk it out with Matt,

To try and find some resolution,

After a couple of hours chatting to the spirit,

They came up with the perfect solution,

It turned out that at the time of Matt’s demise,

He was trying to break a pogo stick record,

While attempting the world’s highest pogo stick bounce,

His progress had been indefinitely hindered,

So to rest his spirit,

To put things right,

Matt would possess Elsa’s body to do it,

To at last achieve his perfect pogo height,

Unbeknownst to Matt,

Elsa pogoed when she was younger,

She grabbed her stick, checked for mice and rats,

The feel of the pogo in her hand gave her the old hunger,

She took ten minutes to stretch,

Before giving the go ahead,

She became a spectator in her own head,

She felt light headed as she relaxed to watch,

Matt moved her body as if it were his own,

Muscles and joints moved freely,

Elsa worried about hearing joints creak and moan,

Matt put her mind at ease by taking it slowly,

At first she felt the bouncing on a bed,

Gently bobbing up and down,

To just make sure she wouldn’t wind up dead,

Elsa made regular scans of the ground,

Thankfully no rodents appeared,

While Matt tried to reach his height,

When he eventually bounced his highest he cheered,

And the room was bathed in white light,

Elsa awoke on her living room floor,

At about half past eleven,

It seemed that Matt Finnucan was no more,

He had pogo stick bounced to heaven,

From that day on Elsa knew she wanted more,

She loved helping troubled spirits to move on,

So if you have a troubled spirit she could come to your door,

She will even bring her own pogo stick if you don’t have one.