Whistling through a graveyard,
His gaze softens,
Eyes dark as a lake,
He grins between his two handsome ears.
Guarding his bones,
"Cold Tools", he said.
The silence that sits between each tooth
Is interrupted as he muttered,
"Rain boots? You won't be needing those."
The first skeleton with a tongue but no taste.
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Author:
Henry Canticle (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2025 14:07
- Category: Humor
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Comments2
A fun read and I have never thought of a skeleton with a tongue.
Love it
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