I had a skeleton in my closet,
it was an awful sight.
Its eyes were dark and hollow,
its bones were bleached pure white.

It was sitting in the corner,
so silent and still.
Out of boredom it had piled,
all my shirts into a hill.

It looked at me with its cold black eyes,
and smiled its eternal smile.
It looked like it was just relaxing,
and had been waiting for awhile.

I asked it how it got there,
to sit and wait for me.
The skeleton just grinned and said
"I used my skeleton key."