Still Kicking Poem by Ima Ryma

We skeletons do love to dance
At night in the cemetery.
We do so at every chance
With boned up choreography.
Night birds provide us music that
Accompany the tapping toes
In moonlit graveyard habitat,
With such artistic decompose.
Once in a while a passerby
May catch a glimpse of dancing us.
Police are called, we're not sure why.
Back underground till ends the fuss.

Once were Rockettes in a past day,
Now are Bonettes dancing away.