Digesting news from yesterday
Gaddafi’s death won’t faze me, BUT—
I hope that monkey got away.
Let loose into suburban lands,
Ohio, red alert... all day.
That hairy face, those trembling hands...
I hope that monkey got away.
He never really had a chance,
Devoured by a bear, they say.
I hope he donned a pair of pants,
Jumped in a car, and drove away.
Perhaps wear glasses, looking weird,
And part his hair the other way,
Or maybe even shave his beard,
And wear a braided blonde toupee.
He wouldn't try to start a rumpus,
No matter what those troopers say.
I hope he made it to Columbus,
To Cleveland maybe, all the way.
I hope he tweaks the hand of fate,
And finds a home in which to stay,
A hope he finds his monkey mate.
I really hope he got away.
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The only good thing to come of the whole thing is the image of the monkey driving to Cleveland.
I just hope he got a nice car for the ride. Probably couldn't get a rental, no ID or credit card. At least, that we know of.
Wonder if the O'Neills might take him in?
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