The Lonely Skeleton

Spring is here 
I’m on my own
No one to tickle my funny bone

Summer’s here
No one to play
To kiss and caress my vertebrae

Autumn’s here
No one to tease
In front of me upon her knees

I’m on my own
Now it’s winter
My bone has given me a splinter

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