The guest

About five oclock I heard my wife say

Guess who's coming to dinner today.

With each name I suggested, she just shook her head.

My list were all living so I tried someone dead.

Old Mary Fitzgerald? I shouted out loud

She cried out "you guessed you'll make your mum proud."

"But old Mary is dead she has been for years

remember her funeral it had you in tears?"

"I know what you think but I'm telling no lie,

I'm cooking her favorite tuna fish pie."

"This is not normal." I had to reply.

"Dead people can never eat a fish pie?"

"Oh sweetheart don't worry sit down and be brave.

I haven't been digging up old Mary's grave.

Don't go thinking I'm some twisted beast.

We won't be having a grizzly feast."

At seven o'clock we sat down to eat.

The napkins all folded the table looked neat.

My wife served dinner a most perfect host.

The fish pie was devoured by old Mary's ghost.