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Ode to the Monkey
A Sonnet
by a-poetry-fanatic
My wild monkey, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you hoot, skip and bounce,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the solid younce.
Let me compare you to a riled cherry?
You are more creepy, impatient and pale.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the empty soleil.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your black attitude, hands and toe.
Thinking of your evil hands fills my days.
My hate for you is the medieval mo.
Now I must away with a sheepy heart,
Remember my short words whilst we're apart.