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.