Bone thief

Last Wednesday, A criminal knocked in my front door. The thief entered my home, and
entered to my room,
And stole my bones.
“Give me my bones back!”
I screamed at the thief, while he was pulling up the femur, tibia,
“I need my arm’s bone,
Like a camera,
Needs a film!

I use all my bones,

In order to survive!
I need 206!
Not 205!
Give me my humerus back
It’s calcium rich,
When I’ve got a big test,
I need bones to write!
Give me my bone back!”
I yelled at the thief,
And finally he gave it,
What a relief…
He gave me my bone back,
And left without harm,
Now all the right bones,
Are in my right arm.