^ Yikes! *hides from Rose*

Alright... here it is... this is totally a boring poem, and the ryhmes are completely unoriginal, but I thought I'd post it anyway, just to give Rose a good reason to chase me down.

Moaning Myrtle
Moaning Myrtle is a ghost;
In the toilet, she'll be your host.
She was murdered by a big, scary snake;
She goes through her toilet and into the lake.
Myrtle floods her bathroom in despair;
Her life really wasn't fair.
In the stall she haunts, she's always crying,
And she really likes to talk about dying.
Now I'll give you a warning and say "Watch out!"
If you pick on Myrtle, she's likely to pout.