Saturday, June 22, 2019

 
SELFIES PLEASE
 
Skeletons rose and took a walk
wandering forth with knees that knock.
Pale ankles bare, no need for socks.
From graves they stock, from graves they stock.

Past friend and foe they wandered by
as pale moon shone in evening sky.
On a grave a phone caught their eye
Something to try, something to try.

Modern phones make pictures a breeze,
this perfect moment they should seize.
Two bony smiles that now say cheese.
Two selfies please, two selfies please.

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