Bones

Bones

Bones

 
     
  Bones

I love to eat bones.
They taste like scones.
I love to munch and crunch
At a midnight lunch.
They taste better by night
Than they do by day.
And they’re best eaten
When the flesh is all rotted away.

If you’re lacking chow,
I’ll tell you how
To find a great meal.
You’ll have to steal.
But a bit o’ grave thieving
Never hurt anyone.
It’s quite fun!
It keeps a soul believing
In the beauty of a casket,
Just like a picnic basket!

~ Daniel F Mitchell

 
     

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