What kind of ghoul am I, with no furry glove to love?
It seems that It’s the only glove that I have been thinkin’ of!
What kind of spook is this, an empty sheet?
A lonely shroud in which an empty heart does sadly beat!
What kind of slit-hole lips are these, that lied with every hiss?
That murmured empty jeers of love that left me soiled like this?
Why can’t I find that glove like any other ghoul?
And maybe then I’ll know what kind of ghoul I am!
YES!
YES!
Why can’t I find that Furry Glove……
Why can’t I find that Furry Glove……
Like Any Other Ghoul, You See!?
Like Any Other Ghoul, You See!?
And maybe THEN … I’ll finally KNOW just what kind of ……
And maybe THEN … I’ll finally KNOW just what kind of ……
GHOUL I REALLY AM!!!
Songwriters of “What Kind of Fool Am I:” Anthony Newley/Leslie Bricusse
Very, very spooky cute!!!
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That ghoul is a love-starved fool!
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Dad this is so Cute!!!!! 🙂
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Just the ramblings of a ghoulish fool!
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I have a lovely set of FURRY gloves. 😉 They brought two love sick people together. Great poem, by the way.
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Thanks to you and the family-counseling furry gloves!
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Not sure what kind of ghoul it is, but, I almost died laughing…. lol
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Must be a Borscht Belt ghoul!
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Reblogged this on worldtraveller70.
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Thanks for teblog👻
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