This poem was fun to read. The style of this poem is more like telling a story from one persons point of view, or in this case the talking is coming from a skeleton (I think). My favorite line is in the beginning, 'if not for flesh's pretty paint, we're just a bunch of skeletons'. I like how they used a different way of describing skin, by saying it is flesh's pretty paint. Then the poem goes into talking about different ghost, like the little dead ghost girl playing hide and seek. There is another imagine that I see in my head of a ghost girl playing this game, but not knowing that she is dead, and that she is just really good at this game.
To me this poem is showing us from the skeleton's view of how he likes the ghost, and they appeal to him. Almost as if the skeleton wished he was a ghost and not a body of bones.
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