I've Been Dead For Fifty Years

I've been dead for fifty years
It's been a dreadful bore
Crying every single day
The toilet is quite a chore

My peers were mean to me
In every single class
And now all I get are these books
Thrown through my bottom

I'm a ghost worth fifty points
If you aim through my heart
But even ghosts need friends too
Being lonely like me's an art

I'm a ghost worth fifty points
If you aim through my heart
But even ghosts need friends too
Being lonely like me's an art

I've been dead for fifty years
It's been a dreadful bore
Crying every single day
The toilet is quite a chore