A silly poem written for a Halloween Photo Contest,”Skeletons on Parade.”
Enjoy!
Bare Bodkins
Tibia or not tibia?
Free from flesh’s bloated moat,
we share a humerus moment, while
lumbar-ing in our plastic floats.
If there is no to-marrow, dear,
rest in peace with me today.
I clavicle you forevermore.
Hold tight to my phalanges.
Fibula after fibula,
we had no skull at lying.
At short radius we were shot,
an ulna-tural way of dying.
Patella a little closer, love.
Let’s fuse our sacral vertebrae.
In this undiscovered country,
we’ve a femur hours to play.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
So cute! Have a happy Halloween. ☺️
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Thank you. It’s that time of year and after today, all the real cobwebs are down to make room for some fake ones. 🤣
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Have fun! ☺️
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love this!
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Thank you, Beth. It’s a bare bones draft, but I’m willing to keep trying to fortify it. 😁💀
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I agree with Beth. That’s so much fun. 🦴👻🎃💀 Awesome write, K.
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Many thanks. I was hoping it would come across hip and not out of joint.💜
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Always welcome. Was that a pun? Hahaha. 🤣 It’s hip for sure. 💜
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Always pun-ting phrases around here. Rib-by quite fun, and also a curse. 🤣💜
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So clever. I love it. Did you take the photo also? It’s hilarious.
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Lovely charming poem, K! Gave me the giggles 😄
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LOVE this poem! Happy Halloween. 🎃
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Very clever use of body parts lol!
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this is awesome make no bones about it K!!! 🙌🏽
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Love the clever wordplay here, K.Hartless! 🙂 And the image.
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Thank you, Sunra. I’ll admit, I worked for this one, but it was all good pun. 😁
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