Mary Naylor

Rookie (12/17/33 / Chicago, Illinois)

Make Way For Mr. Bones - Poem by Mary Naylor

When 12 o'clock strikes on Halloween night,
If you look you'll see a ghostly sight.
A grinning skeleton rises out from the ground
Clasping a horn and making musical sounds.
~ GO, MR. BONES, GO! ~

Hear him clatter down the street,
Rattling bones and tapping feet,
Blowing on his horn, he's Mr.Elite.
~ BLOW, MR. BONES, BLOW! ~

Notes go drifting in the air,
Floating like leaves, falling everywhere.
Some land here, some land there,
MAKE IT WAIL, MR. BONES! WAH ~ WAH ~ WAH ~ WAAH! ~

YAY! Mr. Bones! Ghosts and witches watch the feat,
As he goes strutting down the street,
Finger bones popping to the beat,
~ DANCE, MR. BONES DANCE! ~

So stop by the cemetery, if you've a mind.
Mr. Bones is hiring dancers, if you're so inclined.
Permanent employment, just join the line.
MAKE IT LAUGH, MR. BONES! ~ HA ~ HA ~ HA ~ HAAAH! ~

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  • Sandra Fowler (10/12/2008 5:06:00 PM)

    Mr. Bones is a wonderful character, Perfect for a child's storybook.
    Chiildren enjoy being deliciously afraid. At least, at Halloween.
    Pure enchantment, Mary.

    As always,

    Sandra
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 11, 2008



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