Genuine Monkey

By Joseph D. Stirling

A tisket, a tasket,
A monkey hair basket,
With monkey lock and key,
And a monkey bone gasket.

And deep inside,
It’s monkey hair spaces,
I’ve got a monkey bone comb,
And mirrored monkey faces.

Every little monkey,
Is a lovely little lunch,
A monkey salad bowl,
And a monkey cup of punch.

I have a monkey fingernail veil,
I wear around my face,
And furry monkey slippers,
From the one that lost the race.

I have a monkey neck tie,
That you can plainly see,
I got it when it hatched,
From the monkey pod tree.

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2 thoughts on “Genuine Monkey

  1. I’m enjoying reading your poetry, Joe. Apologies for my absence. I’m slowly catching up and looking forward to reading ‘The Drowners’ 🙂

    • No worries. 🙂
      I’ve got a back-log of stuff read too. Sometimes life gets busy, hehe.
      I’m glad you’re enjoying my silly little rhymes. Nothing so powerful as the emotion you manage to capture with your poetry.

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