There’s A Skeleton Hiding

A skeleton in a suit, illustration for funny poem "There's a Skeleton Hiding"
There’s a skeleton hiding under your skin

A skinny, white beast that lurks deep within

It’s made of bones, but you’re made of meat

It’s getting hungry, it wants to eat

The bones hate the flesh that they’re trapped inside

They want to be seen, they don’t want to hide

So when you’re asleep in your bed at night

They’ll crawl out your mouth and give someone a fright

The next morning, you’ll be grabbed by the police

“Where were you last night? Did you know the deceased?”

You’ll say you’re innocent, you didn’t kill anyone

“It wasn’t me! It was my skeleton!”

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