BONES UNDER STONES

I went out digging under a pile of stones,

And there I found some humanoid bones,

I was feeling kinda sad,

Something went stellar bad,

There was a long knife with brown, rusty tones,

I went back to my shack to swallow some beer,

To quell my shakes and pervert my fear,

There was a knock at the door,

It was that fella from the store,

He held a knife and I said, "oh dear",

He said he was a fulltime pickle diller, 

And a weekend serial killer,

Now I'm under the stones,

With those other old bones,

Giving worms a protein belly filler.