What is it about cupboards that give skeletons a fright?
The fact that they are entering the unknown perhaps?
Not something that they want to pick bones with one another about, would I be right?
They must stand upright and face their ghosts they are no addition when in a state of collapse.
I’ve heard it said that there is no future in time travel
Still I like to holiday abroad
It is not something I ponder on – not something I try to unravel
One other thing confuses me though – why did the chicken cross the road?
Amazing things swirl around in my head
To write them down I always feel inclined
Such as, genius, is the talent of a person who is dead
You are standing on your soapbox – no one pays attention until you break wind.
C. J. Black©β