Yesterday I met a ghost.
Instead of my head,
It wanted to sleep in my bed.
But with that,
He wanted a 0.7 lead.

First, when I saw that ghost,
I thought he’d make me toast.

When he screamed at me, “Boo!”
Up went my shoe.

He gave me such a scare
That up went my hair.
He gave me such a fright,
It became a horrifying night.

He gave me such a haunt
That I just forgot to taunt.

He came in such a hurry,
I didn’t find time to worry.

As I started to shiver,
My lips began to quiver.

The night was so chilly,
I thought I was silly.
The night was so eerie
That no man could be cheery.

As I turned on my light beam,
I realised it was all a dream.

Credits: This poem has been penned by 11-year-old Ivaan Gupta and won the ‘Best Poem of the Year’ Runner-Up Award at the BTB Wordsmiths of the Year Awards – Season 6