Sometime ago <br />In a graveyard, <br />Some bones <br />From the coffins <br />Came to life, <br />Found their own owners <br />Missing, made a plan, <br />To unite with available ones <br />To form a complete skeleton, <br />And enjoy the pleasures <br />Which their former owners <br />Could not achieve <br />In their lifetime, <br />Entered a bar, <br />Scared the bartender, <br />Butlers to death, <br />Ate all they could comsume <br />And vacated the place, <br />Without paying the bills, <br />Continued their rampage <br />And set out on a world tour <br />Without passport ans visas, <br />But ultimately ended up <br />Again being arrested <br />For using the claim <br />As VIP amabssodor's <br />Visas to enter Timbaktoo <br />in Africa, and using <br />False passports and visas. <br /> <br /> <br />Ravikiran Arakkal<br /><br />RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/funny-bones/
