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Social drinker
My monkey and I
make trouble
in a cup of ale.
Drunk, I talk to my hound
in the tone of an Aesop.
Gedichte zum Thema: monkey
Gedichte zum Thema „monkey“ auf Poets.by.
Anthropocene
We monkeys dance
with little globes of glass,
get and forget, our getting
a fatal fever.
Monkeys in the Air
Somewhere among the treetops, a rustle.
Branches sway as if a little whirlwind hit.
Against the backlight of the sky, dark shadows
Jump; I look around, hold the bananas close to me.
Songs About Life and Brighter Things Yet XXXIV
When I was young, my hopes ran high —
My hopes did run, and so could I;
They danced upon the mountain tops
Oblivious of the traffic cops ;
They swung, like monkeys in the trees,
From sun and moon and Pleiades ;
They frolicked on the farthest wave
And thumbed their noses at the grave;
They thumbed their haughty bugles long
At men and creeds and right and wrong,
And gave the tin-horn days to come
Their only sound of fife and drum: —
Well, now my thyroid youth is done,
I'm very glad my hopes had fun!
The Black Monkey
My Babbles has a nasty knack
Of keeping monkeys on her back.
A great big black one comes and swings
Right on her sash or pinny strings.
It is a horrid thing and wild
And makes her such a naughty child.
She comes and stands beside my chair
With almost an offended air
And says:--“Oh, Father, why can’t I?”
And stamps her foot and starts to cry--
I look at Mother in dismay ...
What little girl is this, to-day?
She throws about her nicest toys
And makes a truly dreadful noise
Till Mother rises from her place
With quite a Sunday churchy face