Weekly Scribblings #50 -- From Bad to Worse
My Bones
Down in my bones I feel the ants crawling
They're all sorts of colors, bakers candy
Dots they're always running like in a race
Race they'll alwsys lose to racer back hogs
Down in my bones, I feel those racer backs
Feeling I'd like never ever to stop
And so when they think I might be tiring
They squeel, oink oink oink, like they're calling cows
Down in my bones I feel the cows running
They come running, got to see what's to eat
Heads between braces, mind not stanchion locks
Eat oats and hay ahead of the horses
Down in my bones I feel pounding horse hooves
They eat everything in sight don't gain weight
One can ride them all day until they tire
Tired they let down their guard scabies enter
Down in my bones I feel scabies chewing
They chew my skin, drink my blood, gnaw my bones
Killing them is a science--must be done
Better crawling ants out than scabies in
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- Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked for prompt inspiration with Rommy at Weekly Scribblings # 50, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1
- Rommy wantd us “to think about how we might finish this sentence, ‘Down in my bones, I feel ______________’. If you’d rather tackle this from a different angle, you also have the option to write about bones in general. It also isn’t necessary to use the exact phrasing. But you can, if you want to."