Word-Robed Skeletons Poem by mark nwagwu
Word-Robed Skeletons
What's really scandalous
about your children
my granddaughter asked
Mom's ever telling us
she was from heaven faxed
Nothing, my dear, nothing
Grandpa, every family has
its word-robed skeletons
what about our simpletons
Tell us something bad
about our dad
'cause it would cheer us
about our dross
If my dear you put it thus
our own skeletons
aren't so skeletenous
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9/21/2024 6:24:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A wonderfully mischievous poem. Why is it that us dads always seem to bear the brunt of others jocular wants? If my dear you put it thus our own skeletons aren't so skeletenous Outstanding stanza, one I will clip to my cork board. Excellent poem, Mark.10 Stone