The Monkey's Uncle
The Monkey's Uncle
I'm french fried
freeze dried
pour tabasco on top
if you think I lied
if I look your way
I will go astray
pat the monkey's head
every night and day
you drive me mad
with your beautiful smile
for one of your kisses
I would walk a mile
sometimes sassy
with a sharp wit
work the fancy words
rub your hands with spit
a pound of clay
a box of sand
I can spank that monkey
with either hand
hair of gold
hot and cold
motorcycle mama
but it's been sold
likes to dance
when given a chance
has a frequent fire
inside her pants
keeps my head
in constant flux
spinning in circles
that sure sucks
it's my own fault
I'm a carbuncle
stay where you belong
I'm the Monkey's uncle
Gomer LePoet ....
Copyright © David Nelson | Year Posted 2012
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