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[bodytext] => "Hello darlings, how you settling in? We don't like wine so we've brought gin. I've brought the ouija board and a blank tape, Take my husbands coat and hang my cape". She flung the coats at me, My husband looked panicky. He started to awkwardly scratch his head, He had to tell them, it had to be said. "We mean no offence to you, But we don't believe it's true. We don't think those who took their last breath, Become spirits and rise up from their death". "But if you thinks it's balloney, You must also think I'm a phoney. Let's not get funny, I'm not asking for money". she rested her teeth on her lip, "But I am quite partial to a tip." He was far too polite to argue, So we all sat round the table. "Actually a ouija board, I could not afford, So I've written letters on a monopoly board". The other two couples looked scared, We tried to look like we cared. "Is there anyone here,"she inquired, Was it an answer she required. "I'm here," said my husband with a smirk, "Is there anyone here, minus the jerk? Can you tell us about the past, If you can, try not to spell too fast. What is your name? How old are you?" My husband spoke, "do you have a cork screw?" Everyone gave him a dirty look, Then suddenly the table shook. The glass slowly began to mysteriously move, But then got stuck in the boards centre groove. "I know, lets play monopoly instead, We've got the board," my husband said. "We can improvise with the counters, and maybe later have ghostly encounters. All the other bits are here in the box," he confirmed, rolling down his socks. "I'm the banker!" he told her husband with glee. "Oh! so that's what she tried to whisper to me." His wife wasn't happy but she reluctantly gave in, And soon owned hotels and was swigging back gin. But by the end of the night my husband had us beat, He owned every house, hotel and street. Before leaving they rewound the tape and pressed play. It had recorded a voice to our dismay. The voice was eerie, crackly too, "He didn't win, he cheated you." Then to my horror and our shock, A thousand pound note fell out of his sock! [comments] => 4 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 68 [informant] => Manda2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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