SKELETON CLOSETS

Sailor, you tell tall tales
well, this one of mine's deep....

foolishly, I was always trying
to keep up with the neighbor Jones
building bigger houses, walk-in closets

just never fathomed what I'd eventually
be hiding in them...my skeleton closets
that I've tried to clean out late last year
but so many of those old boys
wouldn't agree to go ... oh, no!

I opened the doors, gave 'em whatfor
fumin', fussin', words filled with brine
asked them out one last time (arrgh!)
they happily got dressed for a DATE!

I told you, we failed to communicate
as the years went by, they reeked...
tornadoes came, roof leaked 'n creaked
still, dependable closets kept them safe

until once more, I called out each name
told the stowaways to take a long hike!
arrrrrgh, nope, they refused to budge

so, quite desperate, I struck a match
to give them a nudge; fear's the catch
there they hung, eyeless, jaws agape
they just laughed in my nightmares....

endless tauntings, I tell ya, like I'd still
have to try and scatter their ole ashes
aye, I tossed 'n turned long each night
on what to do; even consulted you
with your own skeleton closet--or two?

some say I ran; always ran from lovers
in the end...I moved away to the bay
left no forwarding address, sans room
living out of a seabag beneath a boom

Here? No keeping up with THIS Jones
I understand Davey's got quite a locker!

(c) 2004 Maggie "First Mate" Mink
aka Rennie Lorca