A Ghost Story (For the Ghost Story Poem Tag Game)

In a old old rambling structure Down on the street called Broadway Upper floors that had been deserted For many and many a day Lighting a fire Starting to pondering Things from long ago Remembering songs and legends Stories that I had been told The fire light began to flicker Then undressing for the night By only a little candle light Once in bed down under the covers Slowly going to sleep Off to dreamland I remembered Then something pulled at the sheet Starting to hear chains rattling Whining through the loosened glass Then deciding it was nothing Pull the covers up past my calf No more than I had pulled them When something or someone Snatched them away That's when I grabbed them With my heart beating away Up over my head and snuggled Hoping that they would stay But that was not possible So up I sat in bed Looking around was when I saw It Footprints as big as an elephant head I decided to start talking Facing my fear straight on Is when I discovered Cardiff Giant ghost in my room I told him to sit down But then on second thought Was going to say don't When he sat, the chair Fell ascunder and broken Parts were over the floor Pieces of tail bone and broken chair Even a rib and wrist bone was there Then sat on the bed and in a heap We're on the floor Finally I told him No more, no more Just sit on the floor I gave him my red blanket He used my chamber as a hat Then we talk about his Situation what do you think of that I finally told him That he really wasn't a wondering ghost He was just plaster of paris An imitation to trick folks That he was really buried In Albany and was haunting A cheap plaster form of himself So off he went in the darkness Saying don't let this story get out That I don't even know my own remains As he laid the pipe on the mantel Down the street he lumber along (Idea taken from "A Ghost Story" by Mark Twain. Please forgive me Mark Twain because I did not do this story justice and definitely not the poem.) (As they say there is a big difference in having something to say and having to say something.) It did stretch my thinking and creativeness.