There Goes Old Slim
gorillas' power long past noon
makes sun smile in the afternoon
I am swinging from limb to limb
creatures running nickname me Slim
I am the best that I have ever been
The gorilla gives me a thumbs up win
My short arms reach up for another limb
Oh no! One yells. There goes old Slim.
I fall toward my death, breaking at least one bone.
I cannot call for help, I lost my I-phone.
The gorillas snicker, and run back home.
Leaving me in a position, distorted and prone.
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