Here you will find the Poem Bones of poet Walter de la Mare
Said Mr. Smith, ?I really cannot Tell you, Dr. Jones? The most peculiar pain I?m in? I think it?s in my bones.? Said Dr. Jones, ?Oh, Mr. Smith, That?s nothing. Without doubt We have a simple cure for that; It is to take them out.? He laid forthwith poor Mr. Smith Close-clamped upon the table, And, cold as stone, took out his bones As fast as he was able. Smith said, ?Thank you, thank you, thank you,? And wished him a good-day; And with his parcel `neath his arm He slowly moved away.