These Butt Ugly Three
Are they lions? My child asked, staring.
They were monkeys, all chattering and daring.
Why are they in a huddle? The little one asked.
No idea how to answer, glad they weren’t masked.
They have been in our tree house, my bracelet is gone.
To get it back would take a godmother and wand.
I am sure they are on this branch, dividing up loot.
I opened the window and yelled “get out! Get away! Scoot!”
Three monkeys gave me a slow look, their eyes were yellow.
The largest one gave me the bird, a sassy fellow.
A fat one waved my broken bracelet at me.
I stuck out my tongue at these butt-ugly three.
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