Trionet
Created by L Milton Hankins, a two-stanza poem.
The bones, lay flat, without a sound, Then one by one, clickety-clack. Departed souls’ cold backs did crack. The bones lay flat without a sound, Until their jaws did flap, confound. Each found its skull a lantered-Jack. The bones lay flat without a sound. Then one by one, clickety-clack. The bones lay flat without a sound. The bones lay flat without a sound. The bones lay flat without a sound. Then one by one, clickety-clack. Then one by one, clickety-clack. Deceased army prepares attack.
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