Party in the Graveyard.

I had a party, with some ghosts,

quite a while ago,

I had a checklist and some cakes,

and a pie, full of dead snakes!

They danced with me and I danced with them,

I think we did the tango,

Or maybe the funky-hen,

Well, when our rave was over,

with the glowstick's and stuff on the floor,

we left it like that, a huge mess,

One said, "Leave through the Crypt Door!"

The End

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