#maydays prompt its time for that age old family discussion of skeletons in the closet.
Mum screamed we all came running
There at her feet lay Great Uncle Bill.
At least the skeleton she explained
Was all that remained of Great Uncle Bill.
He was a philanderer we all knew that
A legend and myth within our family.
Bill had sailed the seven seas
A girl in every port they said
A larrikin and playboy all in one.
He died when on the run
Found shelter with his one great love
His wife, the forgiving Great Aunt May.
She said he’d gone out fishing
And never saw him again
Despite looking high and low
Not a trace was found, not one clue.
But now mum feared it would all come out
We had a skeleton in our closet,
Behind the ironing board in a hidey-hole.
At least said dad as he surveyed the mess
The tangle of bones and an old striped shirt,
We can now lay, great uncle to rest.
Written for: https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2016/05/03/maydays-prompt-skeletons-in-the-closet/
Morpethroad 
Great poem/story. An actual skeleton, that’s something. Or figuratively they’ve found him? Anyways, nice job on this prompt.
Thanks Mandi, I took it a bit literally…..
You did it well Michael 🙂
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Hahahaha – These skeletons don’t stay hidden long! Great response to the #maydays prompt by Michael. Great fun. KL ❤
Delightful, literal interpretation
Thank you so much Dermott.
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Roflmao – this is wonderful – from start to finish – had me chuckling madly – and I can see it, this heap of bones with a tattered shirt, and everyone standing around, staring …. oh hell …. this is too funny!
Thanks Pat, skeletons can be very funny I think especially the ones in the closet….
especially when they fall to pieces 😉
LOL for some reason the song “A hank of hair and a piece of bone” came to mind. Very funny Michael 🙂
Thank you Lyn good you could relate to it….