The Ghost Thief -

There was once a ghost who liked to steal things

He had a large collection of old horror comic books

Records and unchewed sticks of bubblegum from 1953

He kept these items hidden in a faded black barn in Indiana

Every evening he would float around the countryside

And sneak into old farmhouses

Sometimes the inhabitants of these meager dwellings

Would hear the rattling of the ghost’s chains

And hurry up the creaking stairs to investigate

Thy would always find the favorite collectibls missin'

But no sign of the burglar

One day a filthy hobo stumbled into the haunted barn

And discovered the beautiful treasure

The ghost tried to scare him away with eerie moans and screams

It worked;

unfortunately the hobo dropped his cigar on the floor

The barn was made form very old and very dry wood

It caught on fire and everything was burned to a crisp

The ghost’s haunted heart was broken

Later he tracked the hobo down

And cracked his ribs open like a fortune cookie

Then he climbed inside and went to sleep

Forever