Forgetful mess

There I rest on my throne
No flesh only bone
Oblivious to the world
Staring at the telephone

But Oh! The phone won't ring
It has no news to bring
So alone and quiet
I continue to sing

I sing for him
Who promised to call
But all I can hear
Is the silence in my hall

But oh! I keep forgetting a lot
I'm not in my bed
And it's been years since he's spot
Now I remember, I'm dead !

Oh dear me !
Such a forgetful mess
But what else would you expect
From bones in a dress? 

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