At the bottom of the stair

There was a ghost
That wasn’t there
At the bottom
Of the stair

Nobody knew
He wasn’t there
Invisible to all
He didn’t care

Then one day
The day of the fair
He made himself visible
On the stair

But people didn’t realise
He was a ghost
Because he was there
Next to the post

People laughed
At his attire
Was it bought
Or was it hire

Not willing
To be out done
He decided
To have some fun

New clothes
He did buy
The latest fashion
He gave it a try

People noticed
And he became famous
Full of Style
Calling himself Sheamus

But then one day
The house was sold
To a lady
Who was old

She and Sheamus
Became good friends
Sharing time
Like bookends

Then one day
She didn’t appear
Sheamus searched
Full of fear

There was one place
He had not looked
It was the place
He had spooked

At the bottom
Of the stair
He did find
She was there

Now together
They are there
At the bottom
Of the stair

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