The Thin Looking Ghost

Simon Icke  |  Published: Oct 7th 2013

One night I met a ghost.

He was looking for a friendly host.

I said,' You are looking very thin,

you had better come on in.'



'Would you like a piece of toast?'

He replied, 'I'd rather have a Sunday roast'

So there we sat, trying to get him fat,

a three hundred-year-old ghost called Nat.



We had a beer and he came over queer,

and he quickly began to disappear.

So that was the end of Nat;

who never did get fat! 

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