“sucked bones clean”

Written for:  The Twiglets #124 – “sucked bones clean”

naked ribs
piled on a plate, shy
their bones were sucked clean

The new vacuum cleaner
sucked up the dog’s bone.

There is no reason
to suck on clean bones.

His body was all angles and bones
A rightful skeleton, Mr. Jones
His wife knew the secret,
a cannibal flesh freak
but this was a habit Mr. Jones condoned.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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9 Responses to “sucked bones clean”

  1. Misky says:

    What a devilishly clever limerick!


  2. Leyda Bien says:

    Is that “Alice” peeking out around your borders, as background? 🙂


  3. Violet Lentz says:

    That’s a creepy limerick! Well done.


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