Our science declares that we can surely pin
The dust we see at home is but dead skin.
The trouble I perceive, what’s parlayed most,
Is this: there’s no such creature as a ghost.
But we’ve had haunted houses for all time,
Most having creaky staircases to climb,
Sans light, of course, unless it’s floating some,
With atmosphere: you go there, you are dumb.
But haunted houses ALWAYS have a must—
That everywhere you look, there’s lots of dust.
So dust is dead skin, huh? And ghosts are not.
So where does that dust come from, or from what?
If what I see and touch cannot be real,
That means that what I touch I cannot feel.
Since Science can prove that dust is just dead skin,
It means I should believe that, thick or thin.
But haunted houses then are troublesome—
Pray tell, just where does all that dust come from?
© Richard Williams
