Clyde’s Costume

I’m a gingham sheet and I used to sleep

tucked into the guest room bed.

One day – surprise! Clyde cut out eyes

and slipped me over his head.

Now I’m ghastly and ghoulish and ghostly,

a will-o’-the-wispy fright.

Pardon my pride, but with Clyde inside,

I’m the hit of Halloween night.

(There are other ghosts but mostly 

the other ghosts are white.

I don’t like to boast, but not other ghost

is gingham.)

Button Up! Wrinkled Rhymes by Alice Schertle, illustrated by Petra Mathers (Harcourt, 2009)