Smart kids who sing and dance get invited,
or simply get trapped unaware of it…
Red orbital bones get so delighted
when they lure and push them to a blind street…
Happy kids play inside the nasal cave,
chase echo around the lacrimal bone…
Blinded, to their childchood ‘goodbye' they wave;
slide down maxilla to keep tasks well done…
They climb zygomatic bones of the game,
not secured, they land on the mandible…
But still they laugh and hold on to their fame
when the skull calls them ‘incredible'…
Playing ‘hide and seek' round inferior walls
they let their life slip down their death's dark holes…
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