In a haunted drawer where the shadows creep,
Lived skeleton cutlery that never could sleep.
The knife had bones, the fork had a grin,
The spoon rattled loudly with each stirring spin.
They clattered at night with a bony clink,
Scaring the teacups with each eerie wink.
But when dinner was served, they all lost their fright—
For skeleton cutlery is just too light!
