Best Orangutan Poems
An Orangutan said to the Chimpanzee,
“I’m bored and tired, hanging in this tree.”
Going to pack my bag and move to the States,
Live with Gus Gorilla, and hang out with his mates.
The Chimpanzee thought hey, that’s a good idea,
I know a Spider Monkey who lives in South Korea.
Owns a posh apartment, he keeps as a timeshare
Sent me a text, “come over, I’ve a room to spare”
However;
Neither liked the city and soon realised their mistake,
Noisy, brash and crowded, somehow rather fake.
They moved back to the jungle and so began to see,
Home is where the heart is;
and that’s where you should be.
The Republicans gave us a monkey
That drove the economy to the ground
Now they are offering an orangutan
Who wants to be crowned
Maximillian was the largest Sumatran orangutan we ever met.
He was gentle unless you were an enemy, then he would stomp and fret.
His three hundred pounds made an impressive sight in the jungle wild.
He often threw a baby fit reminiscent of a two or three-year-old child.
He lived to be thirty-seven, which is a record for orangutans they say.
He had a great life and liked giving the eye to animals far away.
Mama taught him to laugh and dance, but he was a one-trick boy.
Designing orangutan huts for his friends was his biggest joy.
Orangutan and Terrible
Is an orangutan and Trump the Terrible;
Horrible hair and appearance are unbearable;
Some say it looks like an Irish Setter,
And could his behavior ever be better.
On Hillary we had placed entire bet
Now do have Trump with much regret
Not only is he an idiot in the making
Also by God he has been forsaken.
If Trump did become diplomatic
Am sure would be highly erratic
And when press became radical
Told them to go on a sabbatical.
Now have you began to be prepared
For scoundrel thinking he is fair-haired
I heard an eagle who had screeched
Trump surely should be impeached.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Profound Poet
Acting like the man around an orangutan
beaten up so badly they wheel you in a pram
remember yesterday both your broken legs could stand
Acting like the man whose day hasn’t gone to plan!
We were told he was a go-getter
His aunt had bragged on him
He was a cutie, those brown eyes
He had arms to die for
They could have wrapped a mummy
We had believed the rumors
Anyway, I had, sad he would show us up
In fact, he was a bit of a sloth,
Lazy and unmotivated
Thus, we became fast friends
Orangutan and hound from the bowers
Show love for each other with gentle hug
We can cuddle up for amazing hours
We friends both feeling a little bit smug
Show love for each other with gentle hug
Our keen friendship is our super power
We friends both feeling a little bit smug
We both love kibbles and light rain shower
Our keen friendship is our super power
We can cuddle up for amazing hours
We both love kibbles and light rain shower
Orangutan and hound from the bowers
Written 5-15-2020
Contest: Pantoum and Personification
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Prompt Chosen: Prompt 1
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My afghan man with arms like an orangutan
who likes to kiss me while we stand
He says
He loves to look into your eyes as he kisses you
She says
You are my muse
You silly goose
And I love you mightily
and tell you nightly
He is asleep now, so i will improvise his response
He says
Oh Susie Q you are the goose
I may serve you with butter
Until I hear you utter I do
Butter she says, does another food group come along
Its wrong just to butter a girl up you know
You toss in something of a pairing to make it last long
He says
For you dear its up all night
it's quite the sight
I pet it or bat it but your voice makes it gravid
Oh dear darling you have ruined my goofy poem
You darn Scottish tall gnome
I love you forever, now get to my home!!
I put orangutan into a poem. I need an award. - For Alan 10/23/2003 11:53PM Artimus (C) Susan Manley
It started as a text chat with him
Let’s do the orangutan dance, she suggested.
Several of them took off, wiggling and jiggling.
Sounds great! I agreed, trying to get in the middle of them.
They kept squeezing me out though.
“Come here,” said the instructor. “I will show you again.”
The director of the movie yelled “Take 94, get rid of that one!”
Rude I know, but this was my ninety-fourth try.
The orangutans always out-classed and out-danced me.
orangutan tango; emotions are high
she is gloriously compliant, sensual, sexy
He has never felt this debonair or wild
They flow onto each other
He flicks his wrist, she twirls away
Flow back together as one
Orangutan tango
their eye contact is smolderingly sexy
Wow!
Assorted shades are walking down the street and it is not fashion week, the mongrels are walking around the town selling bake goods and delicate cookies to the people they meet, then they put a brochure in the people’s pockets and tell them that they look slick. I have seen these faces before loitering behind the parliament doors occupying places in the lobby and always pretend as if they are in a hurry.
Different shades are staring through the window, their faces are drenched in sorrows, the melanin is gone out of their skin and there is no pigment within, but the birds eyes are looking for a bligh to cross over the other side.
Look at the shades in the skies and map the image before you die, the rain has just gone out of the clouds but shades on top of the hill is still hanging around, it only appears after a shower and that is something from nature that you cannot change; it is a symbol of his promise that the earth will flourish when the shades lit up the sky,
Lovers and companion meets underneath the apple tree to talk about their dreams love and passion burns in the dark and shady words wrapped around his lips deny that he was anxious about her hair texture. She could hear the uneasiness in his voice and sometimes she wants to cry so she digs a little deeper to expose the matter.
“Do I look beautiful to you when I wear this new pair of shoe? What about my hair texture? Do you think that I am in deep despair when I keep the texture of my hair? I am comfortable with my looks and I am happy with my shoe, all I need is for you to accept me with or without heels, but if a new makeover is what you need, I will go ahead with the deal without the Botox if that will change the way how you feel.”
He stared at her for a while and then he began to smile, and the words she spoke settled his troubled soul and his midnight worries suddenly disappears and night turn into day but when the deal was done he could not recognize her as the same one but the love they had from the start never goes away.
Wild Man
lives in jungle
hairy
Orangutan mama had more babies than most.
She had twins, a premonition given to her in the form of a ghost.
Why two? She asked, concerned it would not be fair.
But the soothsaying spirit disappeared into air.
Orangutan mama loved her twins now of course.
She was fortunate to have two, but one ate like a horse.
She knew he was going to be much larger than his sis.
She loved them to pieces, her Little Mister and Miss.
( ( ( ( BACKATCHA ) ) ) )
MR PRESIDENT
Black, brown, white, a colored quilt unites us no doubt
Red states, blue states, sees only green our chief lout
Racist humor, filled with glee,
makes not a monkey out of me
Obamas envied, no master race three Reichs you’re out!
For President's Day (early)
2/16/26
Superbowl Sunday
Winter Olympics
2/8/26
If I were an orangutan
to be the best I can
as thoughtful by nature
I'd swing through the trees
and hang by my knees
while patiently contemplating
like an abominable orange snowman