Well I'Ll Be a Monkey's Uncle

WELL I'LL BE A MONKEY'S UNCLE There's a monkey at the zoo, with wrinkles on his nose. he doesn't laugh like me, or you, but thinks we're funny, I suppose. He chatters silly monkey talk, I think he's making fun of the silly way we walk, and goofy way we run. His eyes are round and very strange, his mouth is kind of *****, but laughs at how our head's arranged, and how our looks appear. He plays with food, plays in a tree, like we would like to do, I wonder if we're funnier than that monkey at the zoo. © Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet