A Pome a Day for a Year

There is so much to say about bones.
Bones for the heart, bones for life,
I shall one day be The Bones.
Not a mere wooded dinner tray,
but a proud monument to luck calcium
standing with a bones cup in one skeletal hand
and a dainty bones bee resting
on carpals meta.

A sanctum of bones, a world of bones,
are there such things as bad bones, 
or just bad to the bones?
No bones left unturned, 
no good bones goes unpunished,
really everything can be improved with bones.

To be The Bones is the ultimate dream
and as such the only true heaven attainable.
But what of the treebones?  
What of the daybones?

I have never had a bone to pick,
only a bone to care for.  

Please do not pick at the bones. 

They are indeed strong and healthy a lot of the time
but they still deserve our love.