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Deep down in the dungeon, noises could be heard
That rattled the bones of the dead, as they stirred
Awakened by the party, yet another drunken sot
All gathered together, twas the King, and his lot
Revelry continued, ugh, the sound was too much
They decided it was time, but what to do in a clutch?
It was Christmas, they pondered, was not Halloween
They needed a plan, should they query the Queen?
Of course not, she was one of the revelers, too
Instead, here’s what they decided they should do
Donning a Santa hat, they made their way upstairs
After all, they’re just bones, so nobody should care
They were the life of the party, how could that be?
Since they were dead, causing all that whoopee!
When everyone had gone, the King found his way
He wanted to thank them for saving the day
But nowhere could he find, those strange unknowns
All they left behind, were a few broken bones…
December Writing Prompt – Deep down in the dungeon – Day 6/31
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