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My Monkey

Poetry By: meriddle
Poetry


Addiction.


Submitted:Mar 29, 2013    Reads: 9    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


My Monkey

By M. E. Riddle


My monkey is old

He lives in my soul

Comes by everyday

Just to say hey

I cook him some food

Gives it back to my fool.

When all else fails

I spank the monkey

He reaches out

And snatches the key

We hold onto kites

With all of our might.

But he hangs on tight

Grabbing my back

Tell your friends

He comes over at night

When we're alone

He brings it on home.

I lie there and listen

For others to come

You let them all know

We're never alone

My monkey and I

Discreet, throwing bones.

In the morning

We're lying awake

He mumbles to me

That later that day

He'll be coming to stay

And playing all day.

I may upset him

With my arriving guest

Good girl, bad girl

You know the rest

Between the two

My mind is at rest.





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