Kong the Gorilla
I’m Kong the Gorilla, formerly of Africa,
but I now live in New York, in North America.
Carl Denham and his boys had to go and capture me.
They sailed on a boat to my land to make a movie.
A nearby native tribe was as nice as they could be.
I would be worshipped, and they’d leave a woman for me.
A member of Denham’s crew was a blonde with beauty.
Her name was Anne Darrow. Wow, she was a real cutie!
The tribe abducted her because blondes have scarcity
in that part of the world where I would roam nice and free.
They thought of her as the perfect sacrifice for me;
so they left her out as something complimentary.
When the crew of the ship came to rescue dear Annie,
Carl Denham got a bright idea quite suddenly.
Being greedy, he thought he would make lots of money.
Like a fool, I would become attached to this honey.
So with all of those tranquilizer guns, they shot me.
They took me to New York to live in captivity.
It was there my life history turned another page.
I was in chains in a theatre upon the stage.
It was there when I learned Anne would marry Jack Driscoll.
What did she see in that guy? I’ll say he’s an CENSORED!
When I found out about that, I got mad and broke free.
Then I grabbed Anne and I would take her away with me.
To the top of the Empire State Building we would be.
Then those dummies sent a squadron of planes after me.
You know what happened next, that really ruined my day.
To my son in Africa, here is what I will say:
“Son, I want you to beware. I’m hoping that you hear,
Carl Denham is returning to Africa next year.”
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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