Bare Bones

Plastic pink flamingos often placed in the front yard to replace the candles of a birthday cake. I wonder how old the neighborhood skeleton is… —by Poet Bare Bones Yard skeleton fell over - first day. The bones just collapsed - hip..hip..hurray! Flamingoes took flight from yard - out of sight. It’s April second, he’s back today. The fool of a frame, I’m disdaining. The neighborhood, bones have been staining. The spook is a joke. He ne’er has awoke. He’s barely all there and remaining.