With a grin plastered on his face
The monkey flew and never came back
All his bananas I had myself packed
I sent a tank in space too
It was a tank all painted blue
It floated among the angry stars
It started wars
I sent a car into space for free
Where it recorded the war and mailed it to me
At first it never made any sense
And still it doesn't.
I wrote the last war between monkey and tank
Today my salary got deposited in the bank
But I am writing poems that are strange
Some things deranged they never change
I think I will spare you all the pain and make this the last monkey poem.
Ha ha, kididing!