327 – Playing With Bones

Poem number 327
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Playing With Bones
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Palaeontologists play with bones
Of creatures long since dead
A bit of femur over here
And there a bit of head
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I don’t know why they play with bones
It seems a trifle staid
But a lot of people do it
So I guess it’s quite well paid
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Perhaps I’ll start to play with bones
Just call my boss, and quit
But then again, perhaps I won’t
‘Cause old bones smell of shit.

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