Best Monkeys Poems
all agitated
discussing monkey business
going bananas
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Chosen as Poem of the Day~3rd July 2015
You shouldn't poke at monkeys
unless you're a dummkopf
Who gets precisely what's deserved --
your fingers bitten off.
"The Barrel of Little Monkeys"
Gorilla warfare took a new turn,
when the children like chimps,
followed the voice of their Overlords;
they adored them once,
but then,
some things
can NEVER be forgiven.
The number like www
drew their parents in first,
and then, what’s worse,
it drew them in,
those little monkeys
out of the barrel,
shotgun
Candide Diderot. ‘24
~Ten Little Monkeys~
(Rhyming Couplet)
Ten little monkeys went out to dine
One ate too much and then there were Nine
Nine little monkeys went out for a mate
One got married and then there were Eight
Eight little monkeys went to a 7 -Eleven
One went to K-Mart and then there were Seven
Seven little monkeys had some ticks
One got sick and then there were Six
Six little monkeys went for a drive
One never made it and then there were Five
Five little monkeys were very sore
One went to the doctor and then there were Four
Four little monkeys played with a bee
One got stung and then there were Three
Three little monkeys went to the zoo
One toyed with a lion and then there were Two
Two little monkeys went for a run
One fell dead and then there was One
One little monkey weighted a ton
It went in a crash-diet and now there are none.
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Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004
October.29.2016
Sitting here wondering if monkeys really mind
I eat a banana a day, perhaps a petition they've signed
To restrict my consumption
Enforce a reduction
Maybe we can convince them on an all dressed pizza to dine
© Jack Ellison 2016
Must our eyes even when we blind see
I closed my eyes but Zipporah D ‘Ead was aborting the Evil
Zipporah says Kevin Daddy closed her eyes not to see
And that mother sees but to her it’s no Evil
Remember my daughter all we have is nothing you have to see
Until it’s too late we must see no Evil
Must our ears even when we deaf Hear
I closed my ears but Mama Zipporah was screaming like she saw something Evil
Kevin Daddy says she is stupid she want supposed to hear
And that Zipporah my sister died of nature not Evil
Zipporah my saint pray for mother I need you to Hear
And don’t forget she did her best but too late she is not evil
Remember in this our world money buys ears they all can’t Hear
Until it’s too late we must hear no evil
Must our mouths even when we Dumb Speak
And closed his mouth but Kevin Daddy drunk in his straitjacket must be something Evil
Zipporah and her mother he says to him they speak
Another one they say cray like the world it’s Evil
Remember the voices in our heads shouldn’t Speak
Until it’s too late we must speak no Evil
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(Rhyming Couplets)
-children's poetry-
Ten little monkeys went out to dine
One ate too much and then there were Nine
Nine little monkeys went out for a mate
One got married and then there were Eight
Eight little monkeys went to a 7 -Eleven
One went to K-Mart and then there were Seven
Seven little monkeys had some ticks
One got sick and then there were Six
Six little monkeys went for a drive
One never made it and then there were Five
Five little monkeys were very sore
One went to the doctor and then there were Four
Four little monkeys played with the bees
One got stung and then there were Three
Three little monkeys went to the zoo
One toyed with a lion and then there were Two
Two little monkey went for a run
One fell dead and then there was One
One little monkey weighted a ton
It went in a crash-diet and now there are none!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
Sept.28.2014
There were three little monkeys,
Named Mindy, Murray and Moe,
And everywhere they went,
They put on a little show.
Mindy was a dancer,
And she was very good.
She danced like a ballerina,
Then tap-danced where she stood.
Murray was a tumbler,
He jumped and flipped about.
The children really liked it,
And were quick to clap and shout.
Moe juggled apples,
Sometimes oranges, too.
He used his hands and his tail -
What a funny thing to do!
When the three little monkeys,
Had finished with their show,
The children cheered and clapped,
For Mindy, Murray and Moe.
4/19/21
For Eve Roper's
Nursery Rhyme 5 contest
Three Wise Monkeys
Many years ago when I was a child, I remember my
Brother going to the Easter Sow and bringing back
a show bag, it contained mainly sweets and
confectionary and also a small model of three
monkeys sitting next to each other the strange thing
was they all had their hands covering a different
part of the head, I found out later they were the
three wise monkeys who symbolised the three deadly
sins, see no evil, hear no evil and speak no evil, by
following these rules, people would lead the perfect
life. Even now I still remember back to that time
the three monkeys have since disappeared but
their memories and their message will live forever.
Written: 18th January 2014
Two monkeys laughed their heads off in a tree.
It was because of the sight they did see.
There was a hole in the ground.
Three moles scratched and jumped around.
They were bitten by a lunatic flea.
© October 9, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Three Monkeys On a Boat
three monkeys on a boat
One had money, the others broke
The Second monkey rowed
As the third one stole
The first one said that was bold
The second one sworn
He call the cops, as soon as they get a shore
The third one fled
Jumped over board
The first one said "ooot-oot-hEY YOU CAN'T SWIM"
So the second one threw a life preserver and vest
No monkey No that's candy
So the first monkey jump into the river
And so did monkey two
Then all of a sudden monkey three got back on board
The others swam to shore
Monkey three crash and drown
Guess it doesn't pay to steal
12/14/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Monkeys stare through cages at the zoo
Picking teeth, scratching each other too
But who are we to cast aspersions
We each have our primate reversions
Reflecting us, monkeys see – monkeys do
* For Linda-Marie's Zany Zoo challenge
monkeys
are disgusting beasts
but funny
Acrophobics on a tight rope, one inch off the ground.
anticipated serendipity, the deaf can feel sound.
acutely apathetic, because anarchy rules!
abundant spiritual poverty, monkeys can use tools.
balanced insanity, becoming partially undone.
just when they think it's over, it has only just begun!
with apathetic interest and in my humble arrogant way.
i balance my own insanity, with a casual formality.
but, my heart is burning cold,
through colorless kaleidoscope.
because everything is lost,
since we gave up hope.
it's a comedic tragedy,
a Common abnormality.
what goes up, must surely fall.
and when it's mother on the line...
no one takes the call.
consistently inconsistent, with critical acclaim.
explicitly ambiguous, pretend you're not the same.
diminutive giants, diligent in our sloth.
cheerfully cynical, the authentic replica.
binging on moderation, are the charlatans of truth.
abundant spiritual poverty, monkeys can use tools.
please proceed with caution, it is dangerously safe.
if you're a deaf listener, something just might penetrate!
but use direct circumvention, from point A onto point B.
for doubting are believers, in divided unity!
They said we are monkeys of the first order
that they found us grimpering from branch to branch-
they said they found us in our wildest state-
unredeemed and unrefined like crude oil.
They said we were but a primitive breed
No more important as the dirt beneath their feet.
Yet still, our land furnished their barn
Their very women run to our lands for tan-
They holiday here and have taken upon themselves
those very primitvities they had so decried-
They have come begging, to be among us
for their own lands have been defiled tenfold
By the lust of man after man
gross Lechery of woman after woman-
All, the decadence of their society.
Since they have defiled their lands
and made it a haven for the antichrist
They have run to our sweet land
with unfathomable plans in their hand.
Lord bless Africa.
By Gerald Nforche