It was the annual pickup game
At the Summer Camp for bones,
And the kids paid rapt attention
To a spine named Mr. Jones.
“I’d like to introduce you,”
They heard Mr. Jones declare,
“To a new bone. His name’s humerus.”
Applause caressed the air.
“So are you funny?” Ulna asked,
Always one for the obvious question.
Humerus told the only joke he knew
About a small intestine.
Radius laughed politely
But the jawbone din’t move,
And the ribs agreed that joking
Did not his personality behoove.
And so the game began,
And balls were thrown and kicked,
And when it came to choosing teams
Humerus was the last bone to be picked.
It turned out that poor Humerus
Came off as much too smarmy,
So he hired some local muscle
And left to join the army.
The Daily Travesty 