My Drunk Ghost

There's a ghost in my attic!
She came in last night
I heard her and spurred her
To leave by next light.

But no she won't go,
Wistful as ghosts may be
This one plays with pans
While I'm watching TV

This ghost from my attic
I know she is there
Creeping and sneaking
Thinking I'm unaware

I know where she's hiding
Who's watching me write
Chuckling and buckling
Just out of my sight

So maybe I like her
It leads me to think
Perhaps in my attic
She can't get a drink!