Monkeys make the world go round
The world go round, the world go round
Monkeys make the world go round
They make the world go round.
Vervet, howler, capuchin
Marmoset or tamarin
Their ooking and their screaming sound
Can make the world go round.
Monkey-monkey-monkey-monkey
Monkey-monkey-monkey
Monkey-monkey-monkey-monkey
Monkey-monkey-monkey.
Let me put your parenting skills
Under the microscope, my thrills!
You share your food with the young
You eat, regurgitate for the fledging
What childcare, what love & nurturing
You, bird parents take turns food hunting
I adore how you bring food to the nest
You feed the chicks as if you don’t rest!
You, dogs and cats hunt and share the kill
Mother dogs help the pups to eat to the fill
I see animals bring down prey and feast
In a social order, in packs, this, that beast
I see parent animals teach their young
To walk, hunt & who says that`s wrong?
Apes & simians feed each other when caring
For the wounded or the ill, when …yes, dating!
I don’t know whether elephants teach their young
Courting, but yes, food choices & a good tongue!
accursed creepily haunting
Phantasmagoria wraiths
vandalize residents psyches
within their sleep induced state
Sublimation shunts
slumbering souls
unknowingly held hostage
successfully sacrificing
Semi-smothered silent species
snoring simians steadfastly succumb
subsequent sibilant sounds
woo woebegone wicked transmogrification
dilapidated divested bodies deposited
wizard waves wand
watching whirling wretched lovely bones
whipsawing (in toto) within abyss
whooshing whistling wheezing
whets warlocks appetite wakening
brutish nasty nightmare
sinister hulking spirits
steal assorted corporeal essence
monstrous mashing somnambulant
mephistophelian shadowy satanic satyrs
supremely swallow senior citizen bankers
deep within catacombs
of Highland Manor,
deadened defeated Delphic Oracle
relegates human husks,
viz spent embodiments
to the under world lay siege
sinisterly seeding, via sinister spirits
one pure evil particularly wicked
witch thy capering
sickening ghastly plot against
unsuspecting spouse snatched
parch trey gnarled warty claws.
Bought my grandkids Caps for Sale
And checked when it was written -
Back in 1940! Still,
The story has me smitten.
A peddler cannot sell the caps
He carries on his head
And so he takes a nap beneath
A giant tree instead.
On waking, all the caps are gone
But way up in the tree
A monkey's perched on every branch
And guess what we can see?
On each one's head there is a cap
Which he will not surrender.
The peddler, in frustration,
Leads us to the happy ender.
He shakes his fists and stamps his feet,
The monkeys imitating,
Then throws his own cap on the ground
And without hesitating,
The simians all follow suit
So all the caps come falling.
The peddler piles them on his head
And keeps on with his calling:
"Caps for sale! For 50 cents!"
The guy gets props for trying.
The story leaves us with a smile
(Though no one still is buying).
It was set on fire, the market place:
from a distance I was watching, the
hieroglyphic climate of the cutouts;
some shoes with yellow human feet embedded
in them, were thrown on the images
of gods, lying on the steps of tanks:
on hills the sex workers were doing
brisk business in private retreats
of the holiest of towns, a golden dome
was being erected as an insult to poors,
the streaked priests chanting the sacred
hymns, hurling the abuses on red faced
simians waiting on the rooftops,
ashamed to share the inherited lineage
but why one should kill one’s own daughter?
SATISH VERMA
From the "big bang" to the amoeba,
what a great surprise:
From single cell to multi-cell,
wow! - what a leap in size.
Invertibrate on to vertibrate,
amazing was the jump.
LOOK - part jellyfish, part bird,
all in one juicy lump.
Here come the happy simians,
they're a-changing all the time:
miracle upon miracle -
the ascent from primordial slime.
What makes this tale conceivable?-
Well, the evolutionist stands aloof,
and if you just have "faith" enough,
you have no need of proof.
After all, we'd be jingoistic
to give creation the nod.
It's much to simplistic
to say: " In the beginning God."
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Rom:22&23 "Professing themselves wise,
they became fools and changed the glory of
the incorruptible God into an image made like
to corruptible man, and to birds, and four
footed beasts, and creeping things."
It was set on fire, the market place:
from a distance I was watching, the
hieroglyphic climate of the cutouts;
some shoes with yellow human feet embedded
in them, were thrown on the images
of gods, lying on the steps of tanks:
on hills the sex workers were doing
brisk business in private retreats
of the holiest of towns, a golden dome
was being erected as an insult to poors,
the streaked priests chanting the sacred
hymns, hurling the abuses on red faced
simians waiting on the rooftops,
ashamed to share the inherited lineage
but why one should kill one’s own daughter?
SATISH VERMA