Bones
Bones I watch once a week
So that I can see.
Creepy crawlies everywhere
Plus a mystery.
I gained some luck just recently
And get to watch it seven.
They air it now every night
I think I must be in heaven.
Hot cops and scientists
Do not doubt their smarts.
They pull a apart every clue
It all tugs at your heart.
Bones found from years ago
Without a name or face.
People dead for oh so long
Looking for their race.
Romance blooms between the ones
That dig and search and find.
Stress gets to to the point
Where no one is too kind.
Why can't they just give in
To the lust between the two.
Partners that work side by side
They are lonely and are blue.
So instead of digging for love
They dig deep in the sand
For fragments small and large
Have to give them a hand.
In the end I must say
Bones is just my style.
Detectives solving mysteries
Always makes me smile.
Copyright © Kristen Bruni | Year Posted 2010
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