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year of the monkey
by Maria FrancescaI was born in the year of the monkey
I was raised in the crookedest tree
with a shiny new dime in my pocket
and a bottle of rum on my knee
you may scoff at the comical monkey
you may call me unschooled, unrefined;
but you watch as I fly through the jungle
and you'll see how a monkey can shine.
01/01/2008
Author's Note: *
Posted on 01/02/2008
Copyright © 2024 Maria Francesca
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/02/08 at 04:06 PM I love a good rhyme and this has got it. The first stanza is just a barrel of fun and I love the play on words of "monkey - shine" in the last stanza. |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 01/06/08 at 09:56 PM A lovely fun piece. Very satisfying.
I gather we are now coming into the year of the rat. Any poems for that yet? |
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