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."