I am the hostess with most.
I even boast a family ghost.
Who haunts the family estate.
Of course you must appreciate

she is quite free to come and go.
You never know if she’ll appear.
She’s been around for centuries
and she is rather hard to please.

She will not mix with commoners.
It is the gentry she prefers.
Just who she was nobody knows.
A titled lady we suppose.

A snob or course she is my dear
Her actions make that very clear.
Her history a mystery.
You have to be well bred to see

The ghost I like to brag about.
That she is real, please do not doubt.
If you should see her you can boast
that you have seen the family ghost.

Which seems to prove you are well bred
although the lady’s long since dead.
She recognises quality
the upper class like you and me

If you don’t see her though you try.
The answer is to simply lie
Just like the vast majority
of people who have claimed to see.

A non existent family ghost
A fable dreamt up by your host.
Which seems to prove as she contends
that people pose to please their friends..

They lie about the lie she told.
She lied to show that she was bold
enough to make her story seem quite true.
And you believed the more fool you.

24/06/2009
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