Our house smells haunted and she never notices.
My profile is distracting her, or something.

But I catch the scent of ghost near every night,
right as the sun starts to sink slightly below the horizon.

Right then, they come out, heat up our popcorn,
flush the toilet too many times, pop the X-Box on and off.

Soon the train rolls by though and scares ’em away.
Of course the vapors linger, so you should still smell

them for an hour or two, as you walk from my
room to the bathroom, or to the couch to grab your purse.

It’s always a no-go. Her nose can’t pick up on the paranormal.
Pity, really. It’s full-on love in all other areas.

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