Upon Discovering a Wishbone

Upon Discovering A Wishbone... (to late for Hanukkah) I attach very little value, nee doubt to farfetched linkedin phenomena brought about when breaking off the larger section of a wishbone, sans effortless knockout, my dominant hand did hold out, while yours truly pretended to freak out with a playful twist and shout, no matter aye attribute "FAKE" good luck, thus resumed crafting this poem scout ting for expressing rhyme to work out for no reason only to rollout a silly ditty re: guarding Bobe myseh - I did not tout (Old wives tale, an untrue belief), - on par with trout, that could scale Mount Fisher anticipating literary washout nonetheless silently did ruminate, (preposterous yen for lower teeth to sprout), after filling more lines against whiteout quickly some minutes passed, or thereabout aye, forgot about the matter altogether thus imagine my utter stirabout, when my tongue felt faint ridge to stickout no, though gifted with vivid imagination..., an immediate welled up, (then quickly squelched) to runabout mine person tends tubby low key, but...now phaseout, could take place for lower dentures with greater choice of foods, (this pork guy) could pigout humph...naturally methought third set of teeth, not exceptionally outrageous, nor exceptionally noticeable unless...lower lip made into a miniature rainspout.