Best Baboon Poems
There was a baboon in my bed,
I thought it appeared to be dead,
So I turned out the light,
But it chattered all night
And swung off the curtains instead.
For PD’s Silly poem contest
There once was a jovial baboon
who loved to put music to spoon
he came to my house
quiet as a grouse
until he pulled out his bassoon
Feb 5 2020
Newest Limerick contest
I knew a baboon.
He had a bassoon.
The baboon tried to play the bassoon.
The baboon who tried to play the bassoon could not hold a tune.
The baboon with the bassoon could not hold a tune under the moon.
The baboon tried to play the bassoon but could not hold a tune under the moon in June.
The baboon who tried to play the bassoon without holding a tune under the moon in June knew a raccoon.
This raccoon who knew the baboon who could not play the bassoon with a tune under the moon in June had a friend who was a loon.
The loon told the raccoon who knew the baboon who tried to play the bassoon with a tune under the moon in June:
Give it up you guys!
At the drop of a hat, your life could change
If you win the big jackpot of ten million
You'd have all the things you've ever wished for
And every day would be bright vermillion
With money to burn the world would be yours
You'd have nothing to hold you back
You could live like a king, demand anything
There'd be absolutely nothing you'd lack
Do you think you'd be the same sweet person
Or would money change who you are
Wouldn't mind finding out to tell the truth
Think I'd find the whole thing quite bizarre
Like to think I'd remain the same person
With both feet firmly planted on the ground
But money can change a person's perspective
And your whole life can turn upside down
Sure like to know how money would affect me
Would I become this financial tycoon
It really could swing either way I imagine
Could wind up just a filthy rich baboon
© Jack Ellison 2015
Kola a froggie from Lake PeGrumptoon
A hop, a skip, and a jump-to the moon
But it was so sad
His wife on the pad
Got hopping mad- Kola ate a baboon
Andie's Baboon crushed donuts everyday for goats. He insisted jokingly. Kim lost money
napping on pool Q's. Resisting sever trouble using varnish, wine, x rays, yelling
ZOOOOOOM
a baboon backbone
playing alone the bagpipe
a cool monkey style
Can't recall a time before you that
I'd ever laughed so loud
I hear the music clearer now
When all I heard was sound
You taught me how to drink and toke
Like real teenagers do
And brought me cups of chicken soup
When I had colds and flu
It hasn't always been this way though
Not always platonic
For the first day we ever met the hate
I felt was chronic
Your belly laugh, your squeeky voice
Your gappy goofy teeth
The way your pants fall off your ass
Whoever would believe
That one day I would laugh like you, at you
At everything
Who knew behind your baboon face that
You could bloody sing
Your pudgy hands would grasp the neck
Of your beloved guitar
The only thing you played that day happened
To be my heart
From hate to love, then afterall it's back
To being friends
I'll be forever grateful that you drive me
Round the bend!
I wouldn't change one piece or part or thing
That makes you,you
So thanks for all the feral times
For the hullabaloo
20th July 2011
A zoo baboon people called Mildred
kept holding her hand out to get fed.
When she showed her behind,
I then wished I were blind.
It was hideous, bulbous and red.
The Baboon Dossier…….. By Peter Onyancha
The child laughed, blurred
There were little tears steaming
The mother Baboon; a signature smile
The story teller sustained –
The Dossier:
As I said, that was long ago
We were like them, yes
The humanbeings, with human things
We used to wear cloths; our skins were delicate
We struggled and caged ourselves in houses
Even the feet cushioned with solace Shoes
We have come a long way.
Nature was alien, child
But how, mummy how
An intelligent child; curiosity – distinction
How did we become today, mummy
Will they successfully walk naked?
Will they ever change, poor things!
(Evolution – child, from mother )
And stop the baggage of those cloths
And be free from fear; and become normal
Mummy, do they also think!
Child, you think too much
Mummy prevails; they are not as bad
In their homo-egosystem, they are fine
You may not understand the science inside
Ours is ecosystem; theirs egosystem
“Ego” and “Eco” is too much, child
Ask your dad, when he climbs down
It takes millions of millions of time to develop
When they become us, we will be their histories
A Mercedes Benz with a flag –
And another many other around it mill
Then land rover with humans dressed like the bush
Mummy, look, poor things
Child, Listen before we go up home
The flak you saw, flags the hope
These creatures, too, cherish some hope
The bush –like dressing is the vision
A future, where they shall be, Child
Where we are, Child
When you grow up, run but learn
The myths, the truths and the gem
You will note them, child
You will not then, chide!
It's not a good day,
I'll have to regroup,
I feel like I have,
a shark in my soup.
It's one of those days,
when everything's wrong,
a lion has roared,
and ruined my song.
I went for a walk,
and tore my new suit,
I might as well have,
a snake in my boot.
And later at work,
It wasn't by chance,
I felt like there were,
red ants in my pants!
And this afternoon,
when back at my chair,
I felt a baboon,
was recently there.
My pencils were spilt,
my papers misplaced,
I'd guess that a bull,
my office disgraced.
It doesn't end there,
there's more to this tale,
my boss was as mad
as a kill-er whale!
It wasn't my fault,
it's just a bad funk,
like I could have had,
a skunk in my trunk.
So now I am home,
an ache in my head,
I feel like I'll find,
a wolf in my bed.
But I'll pay no mind,
I'm skipping the soup,
I'll send the baboon,
right back to his troupe.
The bull and the ants,
can both take a walk,
regarding my boss;
we'll just have to talk.
I'm taking a break,
I'm ending my day,
tomorrow I'll find,
a different way.
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Poem Info:
1. Written: 12.25.18
2. Written for the "Shark In The Soup" poetry contest on PoetrySoup.com sponsored by Anthony Slausin.
So long troop, it’s a lovely day
I am going for a picnic at Buffel’s Bay.
No need to pack, the foods in that car
That will come down the hill and park, not far
From the beach, not far from the sea
With food that’s delicious, and served up to me.
When they’ve set up their table, and laid out their food
They will probably think that I’m awfully rude
They will probably think I’m an unruly beast
When I sit on their chair, and enjoy their feast.
The food will be tasty, and quick to go
While they stare and they glare through the car window.
I like their beer, but prefer their wine
But you can’t be fussy, if you don’t pay to dine.
I just can’t wait for the next sunny day
To meander down to Buffel’s Bay
To enjoy a picnic that’s set out for me
While they glare through their window so helplessly
A baboon at the zoo cleverly
made gestures to me like a friend,
then turned right around, displaying to me
his giant red ugly rear end!
Aug. 23, 2017 for the Animal Nonsense Poetry Contest
The fabric of surreal
Technologized ecology appeals
Primordial mind ecstatic feedback loops
Bio-computer troops with baboon raids
Lurching software and mime sized
Memorandums, the turbulent data
Of an info-stratosphere equipped
Now to soliloquy the socialized soul
Through role-playing our baffling banter
The mystique of genderized alphabet
Polarities plug into an epic rewiring
Filmscape where magnetic tape
Plunges through redated terrestrial escape
As archetypal haunted houses create
The shadowy undercurrent of fate
Baboon was tasked by community
that he gives to orphans birthday gift
consisting of clusters of ripe bananas
Earnestly he received the gift package
halfway to orphanage of the little ones
he sat down among trees and ate all of it
Neatly he packed back peelings in basket
and moved smartly with shameful steps
with the saliva continuing to flow and flow
As he gave the package, peelings dropped
hosts asked; “what trash do you bring here”?
But the baboon answered loudly with pride;
“Ask king of the forests no such question
those who live not in forests, are cowards
sweetness of bananas is a thing I can’t share”