An unlikely friendship

Or a likely fiendship (two fiends make friends)

There once was a skunk
Who looked in the trunk

Hoping for a piece of toast
Instead, he found a little ghost

He ran upstairs real quick quick
To dump the trunk in the attic

But the little ghost laughed gleerully
This chilled skunk's spine, quite truly

The ghost followed skunk downstairs
And flew happily over tables and chairs

Skunk said - "Please go away
Or indeed I shall spray!"

Ghost replied "It's so much fun
My trunk unlocked by someone!"

"I've been in it a hundred years
Claustrophobia is the worst of my fears!"

Skunk said "A whole century?
Then you deserve to be free!"

Ghost said - "Be friends with me
And let's play together merrily!"

Skunk didn't release his smell
Because, truth to tell

He was getting to like the ghost
He was friendlier than most.

So now the house is haunted
Instead of foul-scented.