The ghost who stole my Vegemite

Have you heard of the ghost

who stole my Vegemite toast?

A disgusting event —

more disgusting than most!

I’d spread it on thickly —

’twas the way I liked it —

but the ghost just took it,

and then he hiked it.

So if you spy a ghost

whose mouth is all black,

please do the right thing

and give him a whack!

James Aitchison