What's that creeping around in the dark?
Hungry, glowing eyes reflect a spark!
This African jungle,
Is no place to bungle.
Hope that's Mr.Lemon, Meadowlark!
I've been watching "Naked and Afraid Apocalypse" on Sundays.
Lions and Hyenas are stalking fresh meat at night,
Feral eyes reflect hunger from campfire light!
Quite a spooky sight to ignite their fright!
Silverback led his gorilla by the wrist
out into the fog and missed,
lost his heart and then his way,
sadly, he was heard to say,
"Don't get me wrong,
I'm no King Kong,
it's plain to see,
so, don't make a monkey out of me."
Silverback took his gorilla by the hand,
looking for the promised land,
a jungle bungle at very best,
made him roar and beat his chest,
"What can I say,
she's no 'Fay Wray,'
here on the ground
I'm an ape, I don't monkey around."
A blooper, a blunder, a bungle, a botch
A miscue, a misstep, misjudgment and more
A faux pas, a boo-boo, a bumble for sure
A miscalculation, a miscomputation, grade goes down a notch.
So much of what is frothy babble
is laid before us as a truth when in truth
it is but frothy babble.
Each shiny coin newly mined and minted
with a fragrance green as the grasses
passes for a personage we would gather.
Coins as friends,
Ends justifying means,
The aftermath of fruitful beans.
Upon a curved light borne
he hones his friendships
as slivers of glass.
Reflections all so tall
and all so disavowed;
nor allowed the looser noose
of the absolute.
What is that fragrance passing
for a freedom.
What is that passing need
as the world turns,
as the days of our lives burn,
as we move as one multitude
beneath a blanket of toes
with our noses wrapped.
Worrying, scurrying for
the last scrap of paper
on which is printed not
a single famous image
but is destined
to carry our waste.
The Coney Islands new(est) attraction arrives!
The Dreampark delivers drollness inside, a guaranteed grin.
Mr. Bostock trains with the wildest of beasts.
Eating seated with bears, slacks on them creased with a hat!
Positively the most wonderful and fierce!
Of animal exhibitions that’s sure to pierce, eyes in awe.
Mr. Bostock guarantees a thrill.
For 25 cents your night we fill, with astonishment!
Elephants, lions, tigers, and goats!
A merriment carnival of wonder we tote, on coney isle.
Mr. Bo escapes the viscous bites.
Escaping death every night, amusing you!
Seating opens at 5 to 6!
The monkey collects money for tricks, at the gate.
Don’t be late and miss the fun.
Our menagerie is sure to stun, without debate!
Arrive if you like on a goat carriage bike!
Or have a pale ale imported from Wales.
Mr. Bo’s jungle, is sure to stir rumble, tonight.
Come see his convivial companions, in sight!
Coney Isle strives to curb daily strife!
Limitless boundaries to your delight.
Can promise you won’t leave contrite.
Tonights the night, turn frowns upright.
Now that’s a bargain to cure your smite, right?