Cromwell’s ghost was tired
So many people in his cottage
A rest was required
Or maybe some narcotics
At night he roamed the stairs
Up and down, non-stop in the dark
While the guests said their prayers
And waited for the dawn to spark
A sad tired old ghost
All alone with his thoughts of
How he wanted to be at the coast
And get some love
The cottage would be alone
But guests would sleep in peace
As the ghost would have flown
And noises at night would cease.