He Is Chinning On Our Fence
The skeleton man is doing chin ups on our fence!
This is said in anger by my cousin, Little Spence.
It doesn’t bother me, I tell him. What is the harm?
He is never polite, he’s rude, and he lacks lots of charm.
The skeleton man gives me a nod and a wink.
He and I are old acquaintances from a town name of Brink.
He’s not so bad I tell Little Spence. He could be your friend.
Unfortunately, he is not the one to be cordial or to bend.
So, the skeleton man continues chinning and I keep my voice off.
In the distance I hear a white-tailed deer give a nervous cough.
November is hunting season, and it comes so very soon.
But right now, I am being quiet, watching Spence, who can be quite a goon.
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