Kung Fu Kong
Sharp as a whip, and not really drunk,
the drunken monk
has the sober monkey on his back.
A cylinder of mighty words
chained to a cylinder of craft and trickery,
behold the clever nunchucks,
I don’t follow the trickery, perhaps you do,
the blank look on your face, though,
suggests that you probably don’t.
Monkey be still,
Five Finger Shush Punch,
we’ve been bamboozled, you know.
A gorilla in a china shop
is smarter and more dexterous
and, by extension, more destructive
than a bull in a china shop,
but he also understands close to none of it,
he’ll randomly smash it as he pleases.
Nothing too clever, please,
Five Hammer Crunch Punch,
we’ve been bludgeoned, you know.
21st May 2019
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2019
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