Inner Beauty
Skeletons are wonderf’ly spooky,
The freaks that lurk within –
They look both menacing and kooky,
Skinny without the skin.
Skulls with empty orbits,
Missing noses, plenty of chin –
Now freed from the muscles’ corset,
They can flash their toothy grin.
The shoulder-blades hang down behind,
In-front the breastbone juts –
While the ribs are like Venetian blinds,
Or a prison with no guts.
The pelvis is a pair of ears,
To form the butt of our butts,
And the legs and arms are rod and gears –
All held by strings and nuts.
Skeletons are wonderf’ly spooky,
Almost designed to shock –
Though evolution is rather fluky,
And frightens us ad-hoc.
They’ve been the backbone of vertebrates for years,
Our building-block –
So ev’ry October, it’s good to say cheers –
Deep down in our marrow, we rock !
Rhyming Couplets 