There once was a castle in Cornwell,
Where the stones and morter keep it well.
The windows were square,
Not only to let in air ,
So the Ghost could slip right through.
She had so many floors,
And so many more doors.
The stairs were wooden to.
Being quiet one couldn't.
So the ghost could slip right up behind you.
The echoes sent chill and fear to you.
They were so shrill you felt ill.
Maybe the noise was you.
The only thing you have to throw is your shoe.
So the ghost could slip right up and scare you.
On the top one could walk about.
After climbing the tower.
What visions one could see.
But it was dark when you went down the tower.
So the ghost could slip right up and say "Boo!"
6-01-2008
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