The Monkey Shaved Its Arse With Jealousy

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Contributor: Paul Tristram

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The monkey shaved its arse with jealousy
the poor bugger couldn’t take no more.
They had just moved the love of his life
in with his enemy who was caged next door.
Fifty three different bars between them,
fifty two different gaps for him to view.
His mate running and chattering wildly,
the foreplay of the newly introduced two.
The monkey cursed, spat and threw stones
attacked the wardens whenever he could.
Smeared his excrement all over the ropes,
beat up the hanging tyre with some wood.
But he upset the visiting school children
when he lay down and banged his head.
So the next morning they called the vet
who came and shot the jealous monkey dead.

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Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.


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