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The Monkey Poem (3rd and last Book submission) |
Ted Reynolds Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 331 |
When it's light, see monkey play, Thinks it always will be day. When it's dark, he shrieks with fright, Thinks it always will be night. All about the dusk comes creeping, Eyes of predators are peeping. Any moment now he'll see How far he is from any tree. Then he'll shiver in his fright. Shiver, monkey, all the night. Don't look, monkey, all your toys, All your high-jinks and your joys Are about to tumble down. Still our monkey plays the clown. Monkey always does, by day, Think the night will stay away, Deals in scoffs instead of prayer-- Suddenly the night is there. Then he scrabbles for some light. Scrabble, monkey, all the night. Monkey, he is clever, true. Monkey see what monkey do! But build a bridge or roll a pill, Monkey, he is monkey still. Though you build tree-cities high, Swing in planes across the sky, Though you tame electric light, Later, sooner, comes the night, Claws that scratch and jaws that bite-- Shudder, monkey, all the night. [This message has been edited by Ted Reynolds (edited 07-05-2000).] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Well done, Ted! You've got my vote for this gem! Denise |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
Denise is right ... this is a gem count my vote too Rex |
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