by Jennifer McNamara
Follow the moonlight to the Inn Clawed Cane,
Make a left onto cemetery lane.
To where the skeletons dance,
Skedaddle, prattle and prance.
Their fingers, toes, and ankles snap,
Yakety-yak, their jawbones flap.
Jingling, jangling, grating bones
Rattle so loud, they shake the headstones.
Then Rib Cage Jones sings Skeleton’s Dance.
Gray clouds spark a lightning jagged lance.
Midnight’s midsummer dance-a-thon,
One ghastly skeletal rock-on.
Geometrical spinal jungle row,
Kindles hellish harmonic overflow.
Miscalibrated chronic crux crashes,
Ousted outrageous batty backlashes.
Eerie clitters and clatters synchronize,
Into hocus-pocus harmonize.
Come one! Come all! Join the corpselike bash,
Become part of the skeletal smash.