Kith And Kin

Once there was a giant         who lived in a kneecap,         a peculiar giant at that         who expelled all reality         as a pig might a poke.         Not concerned with the dilemma         of easing life's toothpaste form         into dental crustings or         oblivion's dark shadows         from lightless paths,         the giant assumed guardianship         over his fibro-tissual home.         The giant could be seen         ferrying dwarfed bones         over the inter causal dome         of flesh and blood.         At times, he substituted         a remarkable likeness         for his kith and kin         by dumping calloused cushions,         too long cousins         of the diaper rash effect         bunions, corns,         carbuncles         eager to roam         the padlocked sockets         between distant fibula         and tibia.         Poor femur, of course, was         outraged against carpals         and the growing phalanx         arrangement of         distant phalanges.         Even the metatarsals         were girdled in         righteous indignation         committed against their person         by a maverick masquerading         in pelvic insubordination.         Altogether the body contains 206 bones.         It is rumoured none contain         a giant of his capacity, notoriety, or effect.