Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Caspervy

Casper.
Pervy.
Caspervy.

Sometimes at night my bedroom door creaks and opens, like there's a ghost peeping tom after me.

Or it could just be a crosswind.*

Breezy.
ZZZs.
BreeZZZs.


* What makes the wind so cross? Because it hasn't found a ghost to love?

Airflow.
Lonely.
Airflonely.

2 comments:

  1. Are you calling Casper a pervert? I always suspected that.

    Good way to rid your blog of Casperverts and Casperians. Who needs them? Not your blog, definitely.

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  2. It's easy for a ghost to be a pervert, what with the walking through walls and everything.

    Peeping Tom.
    Ominous.
    Peeping Tominous.

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