Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Still Kicking

We skeletons do love to dance

At night in the cemetery.

We do so at every chance

With boned up choreography.

Night birds provide us music that

Accompany the tapping toes

In moonlit graveyard habitat,

With such artistic decompose.

Once in a while a passerby

May catch a glimpse of dancing us.

Police are called, we're not sure why.

Back underground till ends the fuss.

Once were Rockettes in a past day,

Now are Bonettes dancing away.