I got the ingenious idea from a play "The Uninvited ghost" that I was in in Junior high I recall practicing screaming for hours in my pillow to sound really scared, but what's more to make the audience scared. I played Marge, I can't even remember the storyline now, anyway. So much for a preface. Wait Poems don't have a preface, this is already probably longer than my poem:
The uninvited guest is most appreciated of all.
When he comes he is a welcome guest, but
No one knows how to compel him
Nor is anyone certain he can be.
Still, won't our house be home with the uninvited guest?
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