by Emily Orischak
While at the zoo, you can find a monkey
who finds it funny to fling his poop.
He hoots and hollers as he lets it fly
and rarely ever misses his mark.
An impish smile crosses his face
as new targets near his cage.
Here I will tell you a grand tale. Mark,
what I say is the truth. If you cannot face
the facts, then this not be your cage.
I was at the zoo in front of the monkey
exhibit, preoccupied by an annoying fly,
when something hit me that smelled like poop.
Oh wait, I’m not done, so please do not fly
away. For a similar thing happened to Mark,
my friend with a disfigured face
who injured himself while in a shark cage.
That experience almost made him poop
but not as much as that darn monkey.
As I’ve said before, this is no cage
But please stick with me and don’t monkey
around. Now back to the story of the airborne poop.
Trust me, I will make the time fly.
On his last visit to that zoo, Mark
tripped and fell flat on his face.
The funny part is he landed in poop
but that primate didn’t let that fly.
For as soon as that naughty monkey
saw my friend raise his face,
it began again. And from even inside that little cage
he never did miss his mark.
My friend did get it right in the face
from that primate in the cage
and as luck would have it, poor Mark
was completely covered in poop
while that devil of a monkey
smiled and once again let it fly.
Now fly away, my tale is done, of that
monkey in the cage. But poor ole Mark with
poop on his face, was never quite the same.
Last Updated: 4/8/13