Skel eton Verse
rattle as they roam
’til they come back home.
the last time I saw one
he. she, or it shone in the sun
he, she, or it was having fun,
until he, she, or it shouted a curse!
it was so much worse…
it’s supposed to be skeltonic verse.
you dummy old bones,
stop all your groans,
go back to your graves in that thick thick thicket
’til you find a poet who isn’t dyslexic.