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
