The gibbon
tried to push play
he bought a pedometer
it didn't register anything
he decided he didn't get enough exercise
and
he tried to walk a thousand steps a day
The other gibbons
hanging around
didn't know what to say
They admired his effort
but agreed
as they swung
effortlessly through the trees
that it was somehow
misplaced
With snow on his head
he's lying in bed
or maybe his bath
he's certainly happy
his fur is all wrinkly.
By the mangroves
catching flamingos
the whole troupe of baboons
flying through the air
to miss
but again
and this time the flamingo doesn't fly first.
When the monkey
typed Christopher Marlowe
the manager
gave him a performance bonus
for thinking
outside the square
no-one noticed
the reason Shakepeare was typed
was because Christopher Marlowe
was forgotten to history.
By the time the manager
became aware
the monkey had moved on
and a new monkey
was innovatively typing
the works of Francis Bacon.