With high gusts of
wind?
A large group of
skeletons
Were caught within
The gusting gales
And drenching rain.
They’ve all been
found
And assembled again.
The bones were all
scattered-
It was a sight!
By day they’re a mess
But they’re okay at
night.
The foot-bone is
resting
Where the skull
should be
And the nose-bone is
now
A stable right knee.
Some of their jaws
Are permanently
closed,
On top of their heads
Are fingers and toes.
It’s spooky, you
know,
But they’re sure to
be seen
In a lot of
newspapers
This Halloween.
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