Out of step
Out of time
Out of rhythm
Out of mind
Wrapped together
Bones entwined
They do it badly;
The Skeletine
Do they Tango, Twist or Waltz?
Whatever they do, it’s without clothes
Apart from a hat, or maybe shoes
They simply concentrate on their moves
Naked clicks when bone meets bone
Rib cages lock without a moan
Legs outstretch and don’t snap back
Bony fingers creak and click and crack
They’d be a sight if they were seen
Dancing badly at the Skeletine…
E or I? Which is right?
E’s the place, and I’s the sight.
One’s a dance, the other’s a theme
Put together, a real scream…
A bit of nonsense (just for a change!) for my third Halloween post. So far, we’ve had zombies, mummies and now skeletons. I’m wondering if there are enough monsters to get us through to the 31st? Well, there should be. Erm. Yes.
I may do a serious post tomorrow about the weather or something, just as a fill in.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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