A Collection of Poetry

Thursday, August 1, 2013

How funky is the monkey

Ten monkeys, hanging on a branch
One fell down and died regrettably
'cause not all monkeys can hang on one branch
and even a monkey can fall out of a tree

Nine monkeys left, hanging around
One was caught and taken away
when it put its hand in a jar it found
and paid for the rules it didn't obey

Eight monkeys left dancing all night
One fled when a giant Rhino advanced
'cause a Rhino never dances on-site
He'd seen the monkey's ass, he wouldn't have danced

Seven monkeys now, wondering about
One got captured and eaten by surprise
by a cheetah looking for a stake-out
a cheetah who knew not to look into its eyes

Only six monkeys remained alive
Two of them went for a swim in the sea
They'd seen 'Jaws', knew they wouldn't survive
But only a monkey understands a monkey

Four monkeys chattering, loud and afraid
One got abducted by a mysterious vampire
who didn't share the monkey, not even as bait
He kept it, for his own twisted desire

Three monkeys only what they numbered
One dared to bite an intoxicated donkey
Unfortunately, the donkey remembered
and stepped on this daring monkey

Two monkeys, the last of their kind
One thought it was gonna crack
'cause it did not seem to find
a way to get the other one off its back

That makes me the last of the monkeys
the last one of a dying species
Here is a hint for all MY enemies
You won't find monkeys on dead trees

                                                        2012

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