Speedy Skeletons Scamper Poem by Patti Masterman

Speedy skeletons scamper on their way
To any time, any place, anywhere
Their bent bones knock the shivering air waves
Talking down wooden knickers of the galleries
Stringing words along singular soliloquies
Dead words; expressions of deadened might
Journeying indubitably to colloquial night
Though heartless they may be, theoretically
It's common usage to be fearful at the sight.

Timid tortoises tiptoe tentatively to the theater
To watch the latest bewitching thrills
As slow as they go, the snakes slither past them
Though it isn't a race; you can just ask them
But it's easier to figure eight over a speed bump
As snakes don't possess a post-posthumous rump
The theater's filled as the viewers start haggling
Because their center of gravity keeps waggling.