Well I'Ll Be a Monkey's Uncle
WELL I'LL BE A MONKEY'S UNCLE
There's a monkey at the zoo,
with wrinkles on his nose.
he doesn't laugh like me, or you,
but thinks we're funny, I suppose.
He chatters silly monkey talk,
I think he's making fun
of the silly way we walk,
and goofy way we run.
His eyes are round and very strange,
his mouth is kind of *****,
but laughs at how our head's arranged,
and how our looks appear.
He plays with food, plays in a tree,
like we would like to do,
I wonder if we're funnier
than that monkey at the zoo.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
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