Six weeks ago I bought a gross of ghosts.
I thought they’d make tremendous party hosts.
I didn’t realize they’re unionized.
Before the sale I should have been apprised.
They’ll only show up for approved occurrence.
And now they have demanded health insurance.
Not only do they expect room and board,
they want clean sheets and linens, oh my lord.
And if one feels his pay is in arrears,
he, without warning, up and disappears.
I feel that in this deal I just got burned.
And it seems that ghosts can’t be returned.