In response to dear Zaynub's chosen title.
(With apologies to our friend Kenneth, composed without noticing his offering in similar vein)
Naming all - "Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones"
Did tickle of our humerus when heard
(Tho nowadays, doth tend to draw more groans)
Precursor for such time when we're interred?
With "hands on hips" and "letting backbone slip"
(Descriptive of a 'well worn' vinyl disc)
Our wish is for (when dancing) not to trip
Whilst waving arms could put one's "cool" at risk
Disjointed tho my prose may seem to some
With age you'll come to understand my thrust
Tis not that life has now become humdrum,
But more a case of Scripture's "Dust to dust"
Success as measured in vernacular
No broken 'Tib' or 'Fib' nor Scapula!
Footnote: - The song 'Dem Bones' was inspired by a passage from 'The Good Book'- Ezekiel 37:1-14