Ghost Story Poem by Flying Lemming

I saw the ghost I know its true
I know you doubt me like you do
But it stood there as clear as you
Big and bold and scary

A massive figure looming large
No fake vision or dreamt mirage
My nerves crumbled at the barrage
Grim, ghostly and hairy

It was a big man so very tall
Or may not have been a man at all
And possible was rather small
But so clearly outlined

A soldier killed out in some war
Or maybe a sailor’s what I saw
Possibly a pirate and what’s more
It wasn’t that defined

Or could have been a lady there
With spooky flowing long black hair
Who hovered three feet in the air
Or possibly a monk

At least something in a gown
With a sad and lonely frown
Or maybe grinning like a clown
I was just slightly drunk