Every morning we use rhetoric
On our quickly moving tongue
We are scared about stopping.

We assure like certain poetess
Place is a good bones with only
50% terrible ,a quick estimate.

Place is still retrievable bones
Good for the illegal penthouse
Available for 50% of the price.

We have kept it from our kids
The world is still terrible place.
We have no tongues in palate.

We are hiding it from children
Pent-houses are illegally hung.
Tongues are boneless chicken.

(remembering Maggie Smith’s poem Good Bones )